Lucy Cantu

Mom, when I was a little boy, you were my protector. You were always there to dry my tears, to clean and patch up my cuts scrapes when I would fall. As l got older, I drifted away. I found out that there was so much in this world that I wanted to see and learn about. As I slipped farther away, I new that you were still there, and no matter how far I ventured, I always came back. I became independent at a young age. But my independence didn’t come with wisdom. No, my wisdom came slowly, and I know that there is still so much I do not know. I am still amazed by the things I see all around me. And I know that there is no end in sight.

Mom, you are farther away now, and out of my reach. But I can still talk to you, and I know you are listening. When I sleep, I’ll hear you answering me, and in my minds eye, with eyes closed tight, I’ll see you smiling at me. You will ask me how I’m doing, and I’ll answer, “I’m fine mom, and I’m sure you are too”.

Many times I have been in some jams and I felt helpless, and I didnt know what to do. In those moments of doubt I could have turned to you. But I never wanted you to know about my problems. I didn’t want to you to worry about me.

And so you always thought I was fine, and that was fine with me. I never told you about what I will have to put up with for the rest of my life. But I am not alone. There are tens of thousands others out there who share the same uncertain future as l. And I have many good people supporting me. From my dear wife, who never lets me stray, (too far), and all my family and friends, near and far, to my doctors, nurses, (you know who you are), and all the technicians, and staff, who perform more than just their jobs. They also show real care and compassion. No, mom, I’m not alone, and you need not worry.

So I won’t say goodbye, mom. Because even though I daily phone talks are behind us, I will still keep in touch, and in my dreams I’ll hold your hand. I love you mom. Your son, Phil.

Grandma,

Near or far I have never forgotten you or the love you showed me. Though times were tough you accepted me. My heart hurts from not being able to say good bye but I love you still. I have fond memories of playing cards and eating your homemade veggie soup, watching your soaps together and going to events where you lived. I have passed on some of what I learned from you to my children, they play rummy and know that you taught me. I will forever cherish the memories I have of you. My condolences to my dad Phil and aunt Linda as well as everyone else.

I love you always,,

Priscilla Cantu Salas

Pris984201@gmail.com