Olga Maria, my sister, had just celebrated her 32nd birthday in July. We never imagined it would be her last. Because of the pandemic and because I probably thought I was too “busy”, that was the last time I saw her.

Olga Maria was a remarkable woman. She was the world’s very best mom, a loving partner, a dedicated daughter, my big sister, and so much more. Her entire existence revolved around her little family. If you ever had the privilege of knowing her or speaking with her, I know that she would have shared a story about her babies - her 11-year old daughter and 3-year old son.  

Olga Maria was my big sister. I never felt the need to worry about her because I knew she had a wonderful husband, Israel, who loved her each and every day. Ever since we were little, she has always taken care of all of us and put others before herself; so, I am grateful that she had someone taking care of her and loving her.

No one can truly fathom the pain that we are feeling. It’s a pain we shouldn’t be experiencing; she should be here today, celebrating Labor Day weekend with us and getting my niece ready for school.

Family members from out-of-state have asked my parents to provide a space to donate money for the funeral expenses and for Israel and the kids. Honestly, anything would truly help.