My mom was an amazingly strong woman. She was a loving wife and wonderful mother. She touched everyone who met her up until her last day. She had a love for life that could be compared to that of a small child. If she saw a swing or a slide, she couldn’t wait to use them. I miss her beautiful smile, the way she looked ar you sideways when she thought you were being funny but most of all, I miss talking to her. I miss chatting to her about everything. I miss her infectious laughter. I miss seeing her with a head full of rollers, outside mowing the lawn. I miss her, but I know that she is running in a field of flowers chasing butterflies as she makes her way to the swing and slide playground God made just for her to play with her son as her mom and dad watch. I love you mom. Tell Mami Ita and Papi Pepe that I miss them and love them. I know we will see you soon. Tr quiero mucho, mucho, mucho.