May God bless you and your...
Momma, I miss you. I'm waiting for you to call me so we can go have dinner, chisme and talk about our days. It's so hard to believe that you're gone. I have to remind myself by looking at your picture. I know it's stupid, but I wear your socks to feel you. By the way, one has a hole in it. I'm not gonna fix it. I miss your smile and reganadas. It was your job. Now what am I gonna do? This is so hard to do. I know, you would have told me to think of something happy. Ok, You and Gracie...
betty reyes
December 01, 2011 | San Antonio, TX




