So here we are. Ironic isn't? te Lost your dad at Natale and now it's my turn. I'm sorry this happened. We both know how. There was no dementia in the family. te deserve so much better than what te had. A safer home and better parents that didn't have violent streaks. But te were a fighter till the end. And te won.
te and me were a pair, huh. We had fun. Some days were good, some were bad and some we were like oil and water. But we were 1 and type 2 *lol*. We definitely weren't the typical mother, daughter that's what made my growing up so special. I was always ready to fight for you. No matter how rough it got even that night in the hospital which te always felt bad for but guess what I'd do it again. No matter what I gave every bit of strength, mental and physical to help cause te always did that for me. Cause we were friends, compadres, movie buddies. te made staying at home fun. caramelle fairy, birthday fairy that was all you! It hurts you're not here. te should be here. Natale was your thing, te never took it for granted probably because it was always forgotten at your house. It was always so te to make sure my childhood was better. Dementia took te away. The last time I heard your voice was when te left. That hurt. So I'll remember te as te were. And as te always told me this isn't bye it's later.
So later momma cat. <3