
Neida Skunca
Birth date: Oct 4, 1944 Death date: Aug 8, 2023
Neida Skunca 78, of Puerto Rico and resided Miramar, FL, passed away on August 08, 2023. Memories and messages of condolence can be shared on the Boza & Roel website. Read Obituary
Birth date: Oct 4, 1944 Death date: Aug 8, 2023
Neida Skunca 78, of Puerto Rico and resided Miramar, FL, passed away on August 08, 2023. Memories and messages of condolence can be shared on the Boza & Roel website. Read Obituary
My Dearest cus yu was amazing lady wil be miss words can never explain
As young mischievous girls, my cousin Neida and I liked the same boy and we hashed out a plan the last one that gets all the way down a hill would be the rotten egg and would not get to kiss the young boy. As I ran down the hill, I fell on a bottle and sliced my hand. Robert, the young boy, immediately put some sand on my hand to stop the bleeding. All three of us went to a nearby park to put water on the wound. Another young man saw the bleeding and took me to the hospital. Both cousin Neida and I knew we would get into trouble as the hospital attendant would now need to call our Parents. So, the three of us took an oath to lie to our parents and tell them a story we thought they would believe. We never told anyone that the reason we were so far away from home was because we each liked the same boy and were looking for a time and place in where we would have a chance to kiss him. That was just one of many memories I have with Cousin Neida that we kept to ourselves for many years. We spent many a good time together. I love you cousin and it breaks my heart to know you are gone. I pray that you are no longer suffering and that you are now in the hands of our father in heaven.
It was my cousin Rita who left an ever lasting impression on my life and set me on my secretarial career path. I must have been 10 years old when I walked into my Aunts kitchen and I saw my cousin Rita typing about 200 words a minute on a typewriter. I was amazed and in awe to see how she was typing at a high speed and not looking at the typewriter. I took one look and remember saying to myself, that is what I want to do when I grow up. Low and behold, I became an executive secretary and loved each moment. I have Cousin Rita to thank for that. Sleep in peace cousin Rita. I love you.