Well Im a few days late but Im gonna say it anyways, on August 22, 1997, I lost someone dear to me, someone who I didnt think I could ever grow up without, I never really thought it could be such an impact on my life knowing that I never knew who she was, how she looked, or what it was like to hug her. That tragic day, I lost my flesh and blood, and I really wish I could have known you, its been 17 years since my mother has passed away and I still feel like shes a huge mystery to me, the only thing I have if her are photos, a blanket, and the weird skin Im cursed with, and now I feel like theres a huge gap in my life. But within these 17 years I got to learn and experience something I never had a chance to recognize, I had someone come into my life and help my father raise me as her own and take care of me and show me the love that I deserved, she may not be related to me by blood but she did take me in and love me, so I am proud to call her my mom, i know its hard and it will never be easy, but I guess remembering the past and honoring those Ive lost is the best thing I could possibly do. So to my mother who I never got a chance to know, I love you, and I know I might be someone who you wouldnt really approve of, being a metal head and all, but I really wish I could have gotten the chance to meet you and remember you. RIP Maria Cruz De la Rosa, we might not have met in this life, but I hope to meet you in the next.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 06:25:24 +0000
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