goodbye Gloria, nice knowing you

Jeff's Mom Gloria died last week. 

I heard she was 87 years old.

I would see her around Vallarta now and then, during the summer especially, walking around in her track suit.

Gregorio knew her much better than I, and would call out to her. She'd give a big smile, and wave.  I bet she knew alot of
people, and she did kinda stick out.  Tall, thin, gringa, white hair pinned up in a bun ... cruising.

I only spoke with her once, on the beach in Yelapa.  I was sitting on the sand, and she under the umbrella, in a beach chair.  We discovered I was born the same year as her daughter, 1960, and her daughter was born in PV.  

She went on and on, telling me stories of that time, not
that long ago.  She said there was only one taxi and one police car !  One taxi and one police car !!  

If you have been to PV recently, you'll know things have changed enormously. 

It hit me right in the face that day on the beach, listening to her.  Not a knock out punch, but a wake up punch....

time passes with a blink of the eye, no matter what, we can't stop it.  Surrender and enjoy the passing.

Thanks Gloria.