Beautiful day here in Fresno, California. Just finished rearranging my kitchen which only consisted of placing the microwave oven on opposite side of counter and coffee pot right under the coffee supply cabinet. As I get older I notice that things have got to easier for me as I go about my life. I park my car closer to the grocery store but then sometimes further away to get in my daily exercise requirements for my age. I look down wherever I walk in order not to slip and fall. I drive in slower lane of freeways believing that it's safer to drive. Jeannette never got a chance to live as old as me. When I found out for the first time that she had breast cancer, I fell to my knees crying out to God to please let me have the breast cancer and take it away from Jeannette. I cried for days but in the end, she went to Heaven. No amount of tears could bring her back. She is permanently only 37 years old. A beauty lies underneath 6 feet of dirt under an old oak tree in Los Angeles, California. She will never ever be a grandmother like me. She will never ever call me. It hurts so damn much. All I have left is her sweet voice on my phone messages saying, "Ma, don't worry about me."
This beautiful day is lacking only one thing. Jeannette Eileen. If she were here it would be perfect.
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