Brandon Routh Instagram – #REPOST (2/3) @courtneyfordhere: My grandma was an absolute spitfire. She had high expectations of herself, her children and grandchildren, and took exactly zero shit from anyone. Fran Aragon could curse a fool out so thoroughly in both english and spanish that a grown man would end up crying for his mama. You did not mess with her. You did not even think about messing with her, because she could hear your thoughts. She was small, but to me, she always seemed 6 feet tall. Fiercely protective of her family, she would always pray and light a candle for us when we needed it, but if someone really did us dirty, she’d just wink and say, “don’t worry mijita, I cursed them”, and make the smack smack dusting-off gesture with both her hands. I don’t really believe in curses, but after observing her for a lifetime, I don’t *not* believe. In high school, I dated a boy who called his abuela “abuelita”, and I asked my grandmother why we didn’t call her abuela/abuelita as well. “Oh no”, she replied. “When I hear ‘abuelita’, I think of the little viejitas knitting in a rocking chair, with the chin hairs así como, pfft *gestures a measurement* No way!” Even when she was officially “old”, she never saw herself that way. She always had young friends who introduced her to new things. Learning anything new was her favorite thing. “Never stop learning, mijita”. I can’t believe she’s gone. It just doesn’t make sense to my brain. She overcame a terrible health scare six years ago where we almost lost her, but she fought back from the brink. And then she beat Covid. It’s been 6 weeks of hell, but we thought she would beat the secondary infection too. We cheered her on. But another encore was not to be. She finally made her final bow. (2/3)