How sad to wake up each morning knowing that my beloved Jeannette will never call me again. Damn, I miss those days before 2008. She called me everyday or else I would call her and to top it all off, we called each other just to chit chat, talk about nothing. Just to hear each others voices.I remember pulling over to a side street as I was driving down Blackstone Avenue in Fresno, California back in 2008. She was crying so much that her words were not coming out right. After finally composing herself, she said to me, "Ma, I have breast cancer and the worst kind." I froze with fear. My words were also not coming out right due to shock. With tears flowing down my cheeks, I managed to say to her, "Mija, I will be there just as soon as I pack my bags." Jeannette needed me more than ever. I was determined to be there for her and I was.
Today marks 5 years that she was admitted into the hospital in Ventura, California.
Her last hospital stay.
Died September 3, 2009.
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