Some of my favorite memories of Tia Thelma are those part of her everyday routine. Like every morning she’d eat breakfast (eggs with ketchup) and then she’d fold up her paper plate and try and throw it into the trash can, if she missed she’d go get the plate, sit back down, and “try again, try again.” I feel so lucky to have grown up in her presence, from listening to her Sugar Sugar, getting karate chops or pretend cuetes from her, and to having the El chavo theme song play over and over again on the tv. We will miss you sweet, Thelma! Rest easy, beautiful angel - and don’t forget to open that door for us when it’s our turn ♥️