In loving memory of
Aide Guillermina Murani

• Passed away on September 24, 2023

I haven't written on here yet, because I haven't known what to say. Even as I sit here in front of this screen ready to write, I am having a hard time. I've actually written and deleted a few times. Nobody is ever prepared for this, even if you think you are, you're not. There's no preparation for the wave of emptiness that hits you when you realize that a person who has always been there just isn't. She is in the loving embrace of our Lord, but I am still here walking through the house, looking at all her little things as they sit exactly as she left them. I wander through the memories, touch each one, and smile with heaviness in my chest, and a hollowness inside me. How does it feel heavy and empty at the same time? How can I feel so much pain, and feel numb at the same time? I just miss her, it's that simple.
She never seemed old to me, not until the very end. She was always brimming with energy, always doing a hundred different things, with a million different ideas. She always wanted to have a garage sale. Her shelves were full of things she wanted to put for sale. She would say, "You bring things to sell, and help me get everything done. We'll sell it, and split the money." We just never got around to doing it. I see the Garage Sale signs, it looks like she bought like ten of them, in various places in the house. Seeing those stupid signs is like a knife to my heart, you know. Why didn't we just make a little bit of time for that garage sale? We just kept going on everyday as if she would always be here. She'd always been here, so of course she'll always be here. God will see how important she is to us all, how she's the glue that holds our family together, and He'll make an exception for her. She'll stay happy and healthy and most importantly here forever. I know we didn't actually think that, but we lived like that.
She was so strong, you just don't picture strength like that fading. Strong spiritually, strong willed, and strong physically, as well.
Once upon a time, when my ex-husband and I were teens...15 and 16, he came over to get me. He was standing in the dining room waiting for me while I fluttered about the house getting ready. I walked in the room, and saw him staring into the TV room with this look of fear and wonder on his face. His eyes were wide, and mouth agape. "Cory," I said to him, but he didn't turn his head to look at me, and didn't reply. "Cory!" louder now, and I walked toward him, "What are you looking at?" I looked into the TV room where he'd been staring and I saw Mami standing before a huge wooden hutch with a shelf attached. You know the type of hutch that people put in their dining rooms to keep the good table cloths, china, and silverware. The shelf is intended to display fancy dishes, and commemorative plates, the kind that weigh about a thousand pounds. She stood in front of one of those, and studied the rest of the room trying to decide her next move. As we stood there, she apparently made up her mind, because she grabbed hold of that wooden monstrosity and began to drag and push it around the room. He looked at me and said, "That is the scariest person I have ever met in my entire life." I asked him why he didn't help her, he said that he had tried, but she laughed at him and told him no. That was her, though, so full of strength, and wanting to decorate the house as she'd seen in some magazine or another. She loved decorating, most importantly it was her form of artistic expression and she wanted to do as much of it herself as she could. I don't even know if she realized that she was an artist. That gift we have
didn't just come from Papi, but from her as well. I know being creative made her happy, and if that's all she did it for, then that's all that matters about it.
I could go on, you know, I have a million stories, some happy, some sad, some funny. The point is, that she is the center of the stories. They're her stories, stories of a life well lived, a strong and beautiful soul that I am going to miss for the rest of my life.

My condolences bring you comfort and may my prayers ease the pain of this loss.

Love,
Nancy

A mother is with us always, first in her lifetime, then forever in our memory.
We are sad to see Mamita leave us. She will be greatly missed . But we are overjoyed that she is with the Savior. My guess is that He is well pleased with a life well lived...in her love for the Lord and her love for others.
Please accept our condolences and may our prayers help comfort to the Murani Family..

Love, from the Thornton family