Dear mom, I miss you. You know I thought we still had time to lag around. If you could, right now you would be telling me," yeah, right, Lina, whatever, mija don't do that, be happy for me, that I finally got to go home, be at peace, and not in pain no more." I know that because even though you may not have thought so, I heard every word you said. I sometimes find myself repeating those same words to other people. I remember when we lived on Luis st. In the70's. I remember watching you get ready to go out to Mi change or TJs or even the oasis. I remember watching you do your makeup, dancing around the house. You were so full of life, so young, so beautiful. I remember you laughing and smiling a lot then, listening to Rick James "Give it me" as you ironed those rainbow colored iron on letters to the back poker of you short as daisy dukes cut offs, that read "SUPER FREAK". I have to go now mom. I just wanted you to know I think of you every day, and I miss you, you old crazy lady, lol. Love you mommy
Lina
Bud, your number one son