My mother was loving, caring and unique, I know this, but she was my mother. Oh, but she loved cooking: flour tortillas, frijoles a la charra, y unos refritos—olividate, concinava con todo la mano. Dozens de recetas viven en mi y selas pasare a mi familia, mi companira y tal ves un dia, ay mis nuetos, si la vida me da licensa—porque la vida es grande. Un capitulo se acava y despues empesa otra nueva.
Mi ama decia, “Porque esperaz pa mana para loque pedes aser hoy.”
Ayer es historia, Today is a new day, a new chapter, a new beginning, a new life because in the midst of chaos, war, and death, lies the seeds of opportunity and the rebirth of love, friendship, and life.
Continuing, my mom was my family: just me and her, in the end. My mother, my son, and me, until that changed 8 years ago. As I mentioned earlier, family is everything.
But now, I must let go of someone special, someone irreplaceable, and now, I must fill this hole in my heart with another in order to commemorate the life of my mother.
On this day, June the 15th, 2021, my mother will be laid to rest, but she will never be forgotten or abandoned.
I vow today, to continue what she started. Although, someone else will have to take her place in guiding me, helping me, and sometimes, arguing with me.
No one is perfect, my family was not perfect but is was my little family, our life, and now, I let go of everything that you conceived, created, and taught me, jefita—and use it to the best of my ability. Te querro con todo mi alma, con todo mi poder, y que escanses en pas hoy, mana, y para sempre, mi jefita. Nunca te voya olividar. . . .
Sinceramente, Tu higo,
Jesse Fitzgerald Rodriguez Sr.





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