Sounds like Dolores Aguilar...
http://redwolf.newsvine.com/_news/2008/08/17/1757371-obituaries-dolores-aguilar
Dolores Aguilar, born in 1929 in New Mexico, left us on August 7, 2008. She will be met in the afterlife by her husband, Raymond, her son, Paul Jr., and daughter, Ruby.
She is survived by her daughters Marietta, Mitzi, Stella, Beatrice, Virginia and Ramona, and son Billy; grandchildren, Donnelle, Joe, Mitzie, Maria, Mario, Marty, Tynette, Tania, Leta, Alexandria, Tommy, Billy, Mathew, Raymond, Kenny, Javier, Lisa, Ashlie and Michael; great-grandchildren, Brendan, Joseph, Karissa, Jacob, Delaney, Shawn, Cienna, Bailey, Christian, Andre Jr., Andrea, Keith, Saeed, Nujaymah, Salma, Merissa, Emily, Jayci, Isabella, Samantha and Emily. I apologize if I missed anyone.
Dolores had no hobbies, made no contribution to society and rarely shared a kind word or deed in her life. I speak for the majority of her family when I say her presence will not be missed by many, very few tears will be shed and there will be no lamenting over her passing.
Her family will remember Dolores and amongst ourselves we will remember her in our own way, which were mostly sad and troubling times throughout the years. We may have some fond memories of her and perhaps we will think of those times too. But I truly believe at the end of the day ALL of us will really only miss what we never had, a good and kind mother, grandmother and great-grandmother. I hope she is finally at peace with herself. As for the rest of us left behind, I hope this is the beginning of a time of healing and learning to be a family again.
There will be no service, no prayers and no closure for the family she spent a lifetime tearing apart. We cannot come together in the end to see to it that her grandchildren and great-grandchildren can say their goodbyes. So I say here for all of us, GOOD BYE, MOM.
Yep, that sounds like her.
She liked nothing better than a good fight. As she lay dying, she showed her father the outfit she wanted to be buried in. She made him promise to bury her in that outfit, and don’t let anyone bury her in anything else. Then she told her best friend to buy her an outfit to be buried in, and made her promise she’d be buried in that outfit. Then she told her mother to buy her an outfit to be buried in. Her parents were divorced, and neither of them liked her best friend, so they were ripe for the picking. All three of these people promised her, on her death bed, to bury her in a different outfit. When they all gathered at the funeral home, each carrying a different outfit, it was the greatest fight she ever orchestrated, and she didn’t even get to witness it. She mastered her craft.