1978, that's the year my mom picked up her kids and begin her journey as a single mom; she worked night and day to provide for us. I cannot find the words to describe what my mom went through to make sure we had a roof over our head and food on the table. It wasn't steak or lobster; mainly beans and papas but that would do. Her love made us strong. I always dreamed of winning the lottery to buy her a big mansion; it didn't happen but I did have the chance to take her places that she had never been to before. Vegas was her favorite; she loved everything about it.  I gave her many moments of joy in Vegas but also lots of heartache and for that I'm truly sorry.  I wish I would've listened to her advice. My mom was my best friend and my confidant; I shared everything with her and I miss her every single second of my life. I have to remind myself that I can't call her and hear her voice; I can't go over to her house to see or touch her but I think she knows I'm hurting because I've been feeling her presence quite a bit. I think she wants me to stop it and let her rest in peace. The peace she truly deserves. La amo mucho mi gorda!!!