As I sit here trying to think of a profound and comforting thing to say, I have no words. My Mom was my best friend. She was the life of the party . She was a ride or die for her friends and someone you could call for a good time…or to throw down if needed. She would rather thrift than shop, a beer and a bonfire over any fancy restaurant and she cares about you with her whole heart. She loved unconditionally. To say i will miss her is an understatement.

If roses grow in heaven,

Lord please pick a bunch for me,

Place them in my Mother’s arms

and tell her they’re from me.

Tell her I love her and miss her,

and when she turns to smile,

place a kiss upon her cheek

and hold her for awhile.

Because remembering her is easy,

I do it every day,

but there’s an ache within my heart

that will never go away.

—Deloris M. Garcia