As I’m writing this, it technically isn’t her birthday yet. I’d have stayed up until midnight just so that I could send her a birthday text. I won’t be able to do that this year.
Since my sister Kristine passed away on Tuesday, August 16th, 2016.. I’ve cried almost every day since then. A random passing thought turns into a vivid memory. The crying commences. And although I’d lost my maternal grandmother, Guadalupe or “Mama”, in December of 2013 and my maternal grandfather, Feliciano or “Papa”, way back in December of 1991.. losing Nette hurts like no other hurt I’ve experienced in my 42 years. She’s my little sister. We grew close over the last 10-15+ years or so and I am forever thankful for that.
Vangie and I took our girls Annie and Nessa to see Disney’s Moana… Nette would have loved it. I’ve seen Rogue One three times.. she probably would have questioned why I’d go pay to see it those other two times. Not because she didn’t like Star Wars, but because she was, and still is in some compacity, my reasonable sounding board.
This is me grieving. This is how I’m choosing to remember her and keep my thoughts and memories of her alive. Fuck yeah I’m sad. Yeah my life has changed forever.. and I get to make things better.
Happy Birthday Nette. Love you.