Moma raised me to believe that I could do anything I set my mind to and be anything I wanted. She supported me, loved me, encouraged me and guided me. Tootsie was loved by all who knew her and I never heard anyone make a negative comment about her.
Moma died when I was 25. She died of cancer. Moma was a heavy smoker--began when she was 14 or 15 and smoked two or three packs a day. I begged her to stop. I threw her cigarettes away, drenched them in water, you name it. I tried everything! She was just too addicted. I am blessed that she was able to meet Juan. I remember sitting on her sofa one day after school, telling her that he was the one I could see myself with for the rest of my life. She smiled and said, "Then I will love him, too." She did not live to see us get married. Nor did she get to see her two wonderful grandchildren. She would have loved being apart of our lives.
A day does not go by that I do not think of her. She is the first person who comes to mind when I accomplish something or when I fail. I know she would have supported my achievements and even encouraged my failures. I miss her so very much.
Moma died when I was 25. She died of cancer. Moma was a heavy smoker--began when she was 14 or 15 and smoked two or three packs a day. I begged her to stop. I threw her cigarettes away, drenched them in water, you name it. I tried everything! She was just too addicted. I am blessed that she was able to meet Juan. I remember sitting on her sofa one day after school, telling her that he was the one I could see myself with for the rest of my life. She smiled and said, "Then I will love him, too." She did not live to see us get married. Nor did she get to see her two wonderful grandchildren. She would have loved being apart of our lives.
A day does not go by that I do not think of her. She is the first person who comes to mind when I accomplish something or when I fail. I know she would have supported my achievements and even encouraged my failures. I miss her so very much.
I am thankful for her love and her memories! Love ya, Moma!
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