Grandma Rose had the most incredible garden in the whole neighborhood. Every spring, she would spend hours tending to her roses, and she always said, "Every bloom is a little prayer answered." I can still smell the jasmine on her porch. She taught me that patience and love can grow the most beautiful things. Miss you every day, Grandma.

Uncle James took me on my first fishing trip when I was 7 years old. He was so patient when I kept tangling the line. He said, "The fish aren't going anywhere, buddy. Take your time." That was Uncle James - always calm, always kind, always there when you needed him. The lake won't be the same without you.

Mom's kitchen was the heart of our home. She could turn the simplest ingredients into the most amazing meals. Her tamales at Christmas were legendary - the whole family would gather and she would have enough food to feed the entire block. She always said cooking was her way of saying "I love you." We heard you loud and clear, Mom. Every single day.