Happily, I got to spend today with my dear mom on her 88th birthday.
88 years. 59 years of marriage. 16 children. 54 grandchildren. Many more great-grandchildren. Native New Yorker. A widow almost ten years on. Six children buried. A life full of faith and love. I never learned more from another person, never laughed more with another person. My greatest teacher. My Mom.
I love you, chica (although neither of us are Dominican). Stick around a bit longer. I’m sure the best is yet to come.
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