HAPPY EASTER TO MY MIJA

Happy Easter to my beloved Jeannette.  I am missing you so much today.  Remembering all the former Easters I shared with you.  As a little girl, you especially loved the cupcakes and all the fun I prepared for you and your sister and brother at the famous Roeding Park in Fresno, California.  Thoughts of you searching for Easter eggs that were in abundance hidden all over.  Then thoughts of you as a mother of four and how you made your children's day so exciting with all the thoughtful preparations you always made so that they would never forget Easters with you. 


Mija, you are so missed.  I woke up today and immediately thought of you and how much I wish you were here with me. 

Happy Easter

Easter right around the corner.  Time to make fun and happy memories with loved ones. 


Remembering Easter's past.  Always going to Roeding Park and having family and friends together.  A time of hiding the Easter eggs and and enjoying the children look for them.  I can see my Jeannette with her big Easter basket looking for the eggs.  She was so cute.




As a young mother later in her life, she made sure to do the same for her four children.  I hope they remember that always.   

JEANNETTE'S LAST EASTER 2009

A beautiful day here in Fresno, California. 


Here is my journal page of April 13, 2009:


Jeannette called me and said she had a terrible Easter in Avila Beach.  Her father has a time share at a trailer park and thought it would be nice for him and his wife to meet Jeannette and her husband and kids there for Easter.


On Saturday all went well.  Jeannette said she especially loved bicycle riding with her son all the beach area.  On Sunday she decided to take the children to the beach area.  While there, they went into a Jacuzzi area and she sat down to relax.  All of a sudden an old man started verbally abusing her and the children.  He was using four letter words over and over and yelling.  Jeannette was so scared that she gathered her children and started walking away in a fast pace to get away from the man.  The man did not let up and instead focused his verbal abuse on Jeannette's husband.  The arguing got real ugly to a point where Jeannette's husband was about to strike the man.  The man called 911. 


After the police arrived and found out both sides of the story they came to the conclusion that the law is the law and that the man wanted Jeannette and everyone in her family evicted from the premises.  So, in the end the man got his way.  Jeannette was devastated to say the least. 


My poor baby, I wish she would have spent Easter with me instead.  We could have been at the park in Fresno.  She called and says she thinks her dad is mad at her because he lost his time share he had there and now is not returning her phone calls.  Damn Shame!  His daughter is dying and he cares about a damn time share. 




I hope her dad reads my blog today and feels like crap for all that happened on her last Easter of her life. 

MY JOURNAL OF 2009 THAT I AM SHARING

 I have a journal of Jeannette's battle with breast cancer and I think it's time I share it with all my fans on my blog.  I will start on April 1, 2009. 


April 1, 2009:  Jeannette called and said she went to her doctor today.  Dr. K. told her she is stopping the chemo and radiation treatments because the cancer has advanced and that the medications or radiation are not going to stop it. She also said she will help her with her pain.  In other words, there is no hope for the cancer to stop.  Jeannette is devastated and I started crying with her because I hate the thought of her not having hope.  I know God has the last word and I told her so.  I plan on driving down on Monday, April 6, 2009 and be with her to comfort her and help her in anyway I can.  My beautiful Nettle's time is coming to an end and I can't stop it.  I feel so helpless and depressed about it.


April 6, 2009:  Drove down to see Jeannette.  She got good news from her pet scan.  It shows that the cancer is not spreading fast however, there is a cancer spot in her thoracic spine area.  I went with her to the oncologist on Wednesday.  They gave her chemo and then I also went with her to her last radiation treatment.  Jeannette is still helping her kids with homework, washing clothes, fussing over the house and she still has so much energy.  She seldom lies down to rest.  We had a good visit and on Thursday, I drove back to Fresno.  Right before I left she gave me a one hundred dollar bill and a check for $200.00.  She said to pay my car tags with the check.  I almost cried on the way home.




April 8, 2014:  I have my car tags in my hand.  Just paid them at DMV.  Always thinking of my Jeannette especially remembering how she paid for them in 2009.  My beloved daughter was so sweet to me. 


Missing her.

ANOTHER FAKE FAMILY MEMBER

Memories of long ago came to me as soon as I saw this 1964 Chevy on the internet.  It was our first car.  It was the car I began to learn how to drive in. 


Time has a way of getting rid of all negativity and for most people time heals all wounds.


That will never happen to me.


I hold anger towards the father of my children and most of his family.  Just finished talking to his sister.  She must be living under a rock or something but definitely in denial regarding her mistakes.  She actually had the nerve to tell me she never would do anything to her ex, etc.  She didn't even know who fathered her baby. A baby that was given to a friend of hers while she took off with her new boyfriend.  A baby that was taken from her friend's house and brought to her parent's home to raise as their own.  I know,  I was there.  That little boy had a very difficult upbringing.  Always the black sheep of the family.  So, it was only when he became a young adult that he left home and moved far far away from all this toxic family.


Jeannette would be displeased to know that her aunt disrespected me.  That her aunt is fake.  Jeannette's funeral was full of  her dad's family (fake people) coming over to hug me and talk all sweet to me but behind my back talking smack. 


I really found out the truth today.  All this time I thought she was honest and good.  Glad I was not afraid to speak my mind. 














The Lord is my helper, I will not be afraid.
What can man do to me?
Hebrews 13:6

THEY KNOW THE TRUTH

Her shoes were from a second hand store as was her faded orange dress that was missing a couple of buttons.  She was so happy entering the first grade at Mark Twain school in Corcoran, California.  When she walked into Miss Martin's class she noticed that most of the little girls were dressed in cute dresses with petticoats and matching socks with ruffles and cute oxford black and white shoes.  Immediately a feeling that she could not describe came over her.  She walked to the back of the room and sat down on an empty school desk.  The teacher went over to her and told her to sit up in the front of the room with the rest of the children on the rug.  So she did.  Some of the little girls glared at her and one even made a silly face at her.  She didn't do anything to them mean and so she wondered why were they acting like that with her.  She just didn't fit in. 


Flash into the future and into 1975.  A mother now of three beautiful children.  There was no way in hell that she would allow her children to be singled out and belittled because of their school attire.


2014:  Memories of long ago.  I am glad I took good care of my children and grandchildren.  I love them with all my heart.   God comes first in my life.


My children and grandchildren have heard this story about my life.  They know the truth.