My Girls, My Sweet Girls, My Flesh and Blood

Nettle and Diana

Today is Thursday, Sept. 1, 2011.  On Saturday will be two years since Jeannette passed.  As I was driving home I played some music she loved.  It brought me to tears by the time I turned the corner to my home. Diana called and said she dreamed of her and it was as if it were real.  I remember that about a month before she died she called me.  She said to me that while she was lying in her bed late at night that she saw tiny little angels twinkling all around her.  She was crying when she told me, " Ma, please believe me."  I told her I did and that God sent her the Angels so she would know he is real and he was there to comfort her.  I knew the time was getting close to the end when she saw the angels.  It broke my heart as I lay in my bed after the phone call.  I was talking to a co-worker during my break today about Jeannette.  She said that I need to be strong and let it go.  That I need to focus on myself and just live life to the fullest.  I looked at her and I said to her that I will never ever let "it go".   My daughter will never be forgotten.  Never, NO not Never.   I guess everyone on this earth has different views on death.  Some people just forget and go on about their lives.  Some go party the minute the casket is put in the hole.  I am not some people.  I am Gloria Rocha, the mother of a beautiful daughter named Jeannette Eileen and I shall never stop being her mother.  I shall die missing her.