Two nights ago, I dreamt of my dear mother. She appeared to be happy, excited about a coming fiesta in our barrio. Every now and then, she’d appear to me in my dreams. Am sure she knows I miss her.

It was 18 years ago today that I got the call bearing the news I dreaded all my life: that she was gone. This song tells my story like it was:

𝘐 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦d 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺

𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦.

𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘔𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦

𝘐 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯

𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘥.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦

𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦.

𝘐𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘨, there’s not a single day that I don’t think of you. When you left, you took away with you a part of me that I cannot define. Its shape and form cannot be filled with and by anything here. But I guess that’s how it’s meant to be. That when I get to see you again, I will get that precious part of me back and I will be complete anew. For all eternity.

See you in my dreams. Appear often so I won’t miss you that much. And as you go face-to-face with God, mention our names to Him and we’ll all be okay.

This one’s for you. Happy birthday in heaven. Cheers.

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