8 days without hearing my mom call me Doll and a lifetime to go. The pain is really unbearable at times. The grief is heavier than I've ever felt. I never imagined this. 8 days ago my mom transitioned to her final destination. She was ready, I was not and never will be. She was just 69...but she lived a hell of a life. My mom was an amazing cook, she made the best deviled eggs you've ever had. She loved baskets, I mean really loved baskets! She loved her soda or beer always in a huggie. She made friends everywhere she went, she had the most infectious recognizable laugh. You could hear her coming a mile away. She was a spitfire, quick with the sarcastic comebacks. She loved Fleetwood Mac and Reo Speedwagon, a true hippie at heart. She was such a free spirit. She lived her life for me, her only child. Her grandkids and great grandkids brought her so much joy. My mom was truly special and one of a kind. I wish I sat with her more, talked to her more, hugged her more, told her I loved her more. My heart is shattered 💔
Thank you to everyone who's held me up in these times, sent me prayers , messages flowers and love. I appreciate everyone of them more than you know. To my cousins, my friends , my dad ....I love you all and thank you for helping me weather this awful storm.
My daughter Angelica Love ...God must've knew I'd need you this month. You needed me, but I needed you more. It's been a blessing having my daughter by my side and my 5 wonderful grandchildren. I couldn't have made it thru this week without them and their sweet hugs ❤️
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