Sometimes on Saturday nights I spend it just like in this picture. Thinking of Jeannette and all the memories she left me and my family. I think about all the days I spent with her in Thousand Oaks, California and trying to help her any which way I could. I think about her in bed with so much pain and trying to make herself comfortable. I think about her animals which consisted of two cats and a dog that would follow her everywhere and nestled next to her. I think about how she would ask me to make her homemade tortillas with butter and how I would jump up and start making them right away. I think about the times while she was asleep how I would go outside to my car and cry my heart out. I was scared of loosing her. It was an unbelievable ordeal with this monster of breast cancer. It took my Nettle. My beautiful beautiful daughter.
Someday and somehow, I will not have these Saturday nights like this picture.
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