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Leave a tributeGrief still comes in waves for me. I am thankful for your messages in dreams or in waking life. At each milestone in my life I still imagine you experiencing it with me.
We spent almost every day together for years. You inspired me so much. You were always there for me during my era of severe depression. You were my #1 supporter. You were the first one who told me I could sing really well when we were 16. I’ll never forget, I was singing a Christina Aguilera song and after it was done you said “Did you hear yourself? You sounded so good bruh “
You encouraged my Lady Gaga obsession and even made me playlists and included her songs and said “I put this on there because I know you like her!” So thoughtful. Every day.
Even when me and my mother would have chaotic arguments you came to me, no questions asked. YOU WERE ALWAYS THERE.
And the fact that these last few weeks you’ve been reassuring me of your presence has been chilling. Thank you for still speaking to me and guiding me.
You changed me forever. I am so happy God let me experience you in this life. I regret not taking more pictures with you but you know how I felt about myself those days. Ahh, how times change. ❤️You still live in my memory. I love you so much.
I remember the day I first laid eyes on you. You were a chubby, rosy-cheeked, curly-haired baby who flashed a smile at me and converted me.
You converted me from a young woman who was uneasy around kids, to a young woman who could see the possibility of having my own kids one day.
You converted me from a person who believed immense, pure love was a myth, to a person who felt the purest of love from you.
Throughout the years, you continued to convert me and by the testimonials I have heard about you, you have changed everyone who knew you.
Your thousand-watt smile had the power to convert a bad day to a good one.
Your goofy ways converted sad times to happy and your dance moves converted a room full of wallflowers to a party.
Even in death, my mijo, you manage to convert us. You have converted us from singularly living our daily lives to a group of people who have come together to honor you.
You have converted us from living in the darkness and in the unknown to rejoicing in the light.
In the still of the night I see your handsome face and in the roar of laughter I hear your voice.
And I feel your strength.
You were my angel on earth and in the most purest love, you have been converted to my angel in heaven.
I thank you, my mijo and I love you.
Rest In Peace my dear Deleon.
I have some great memories with you and Davien, from visiting you at starbucks to hanging out all night playing xbox. You are missed by many. Rip.
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Grief still comes in waves for me. I am thankful for your messages in dreams or in waking life. At each milestone in my life I still imagine you experiencing it with me.
We spent almost every day together for years. You inspired me so much. You were always there for me during my era of severe depression. You were my #1 supporter. You were the first one who told me I could sing really well when we were 16. I’ll never forget, I was singing a Christina Aguilera song and after it was done you said “Did you hear yourself? You sounded so good bruh “
You encouraged my Lady Gaga obsession and even made me playlists and included her songs and said “I put this on there because I know you like her!” So thoughtful. Every day.
Even when me and my mother would have chaotic arguments you came to me, no questions asked. YOU WERE ALWAYS THERE.
And the fact that these last few weeks you’ve been reassuring me of your presence has been chilling. Thank you for still speaking to me and guiding me.
You changed me forever. I am so happy God let me experience you in this life. I regret not taking more pictures with you but you know how I felt about myself those days. Ahh, how times change. ❤️You still live in my memory. I love you so much.
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I can still I can still hear his little voice yelling at the dog. "Tigoh, Tigoh!" (Tiger the chow)
He didn't eat anything red one year and we all flipped out when my mom found green ketchup.
Lillian says she will always remember how he smelled like coffee and how cool his "music room" was.
The time he left me a voice message to personally congratulate me on finally being able to get pregnant.
How he used to always want to go with "caybone" (cabron) in his truck.
His six pack abs at 7 years old!
Honestly, I'm the mom I am today because of the time I spent with my sister's boys. I learned that babies can change your world and break your heart and mess your life up completely, but my God they are worth every time you have to figure out a new plan, every single tear, and when you learn how to live as a mom you discover that you will never stop learning from them. I'm so so grateful to Deleon for teaching me how to be this kind of mom. I will forever remember this sweet little boy.
When Danielle and I lived in San Diego he came to visit on his own. He must have been somewhere between 11 and 13 years old, but I hadn't seen him in so long that he still registered as a little child to me. We were about to cross a crazy busy street and I reached out my hand for him to hold onto. He just stared at it like I was handing him some foreign object. He said, "What are you doing?" I said, "Give me your hand; we're about to cross." He just guffawed and said, "Oh, I don't do that." I said, "Do what? Hold hands?!" He nodded 'yes.' That was the first time I cried for him. There were many more times: when his voice changed, the first time I saw him drive, when he graduated high school.... All were met with a shake of his head and his signature "ooooh myyyyy God." ❤️