Miss You Much 💔

Miss You Much 💔

I thought that by writing this at work I could avoid the waterfall of tears that are sure to come. I was wrong. It has been a whole year since you left this earth and the pain of your departure has not lessened.

You have missed so much and yet it feels like time has stood still for all of us. I can still hear your footsteps and laughter in the apartment and see your beautiful smile every time I close my eyes.

The weather today is the perfect reflection of how I feel. It is pouring outside, a gray and stormy day, just like inside my heart and head. No comfort for me today, I have to be strong at work. Just like I know the many days you you went in but often cried in the bathroom.

I wish you were here mom and not a day goes by that I don’t think of you and wonder what you would do if you were in my shoes. I still need advice I still need my mom. I know that I acted like I knew it all, I was just trying to be strong…I guess to prepare myself for the day you were no longer here. It didn’t work.

I know you watch over us though and that does bring me great comfort. I feel you in this room, the room you spent much of the last days of your life. The home where you brought the family together.

H and I are getting ready to embark on the next part of our journey, a place to call our very own. I just hope that I can take the memory of you with me. I know that you would be so happy for me. I just wish you were here to visit me.

They say that everything happens for a reason but I will never understand why you were taken so soon. God must have needed you for something big.

So for now, I’m going to wipe my tears and woman up and be strong like I know you would. Thank you mom for making me the woman I am today. Please don’t stop guiding me in the right direction. I may not always pick the path you would but the destination is always the same.

Sleep in peace my beautiful mother, rest easy knowing that we are all okay. Your beautiful new grand baby and all your future grands will know of you and the remarkable and incredible woman you were.

I love you and miss you much.

~J

Road to recovery: My Covid non-Journal, the final entry.

Road to recovery: My Covid non-Journal, the final entry.

I planned to make this journal entries, but my experience with Covid was fast and furious and has kept me asleep for most of it. First and foremost, thankfully I was not hospitalized although there were a few times I thought I might need to be. It became difficult to breathe around day 8, and my biggest fear was to die alone. So yes, I guess I was being completely selfish that I would rather have my husband wake up to a dead wife than to die alone and scared.

I just kept thinking of my mother and what she must have went through and as I stated it might have been a selfish act, because my husband is the one that would have found me, I was comforted at home with him surrounded by my things with my mother’s picture watching over me. So I chose to ride it out at home. Sorry to my family that may be reading this. I was scared.

The symptoms were mostly like the CDC advises. I slept for days on end, my fever creeped to 103.2, body aches like I was in a car accident. I vomited as well as other stomach issues. I couldn’t eat for days and when I could it was very little. Example I can eat a 10 piece McDonald’s chicken nuggets in a sitting. During my illness the 10 piece lasted me 3 days. And finally the coughing, which didn’t develop until the end but it was also pretty scary because it bought on my asthma and the chest pains.

If you have ever had bronchitis, that’s how it felt in my experience. The tightness in my chest and with every deep breath came a painful dry cough. H practically bought everything in the Walgreens cold medicine aisle and it kept me very comfortable in the remaining days. Thank you for taking such good care of me. I love you.

There are some symptoms the CDC doesn’t mention but I feel like they were related and as I speak with more people that had Covid I don’t feel so alone. I’m normally an emotional person by nature but these emotions felt over the top. I just couldn’t stop being sad and crying all the time. EVERYTHING and I mean everything made me cry.

My skin became waxy and always seemed wet, even after the fevers subsided. My skin also became very sensitive to touch. Water in the shower felt very heavy, it wasn’t painful but it was definitely a strange sensation, I felt like I was absorbing the water into my skin.

I never lost my sense of taste or smell, just the opposite. I did lose my appetite but once my appetite returned and I began eating again the taste of food seemed to be amplified on my taste buds and even temporarily ruined some of my favorite foods for me (don’t worry, I can once again eat my weight in wings).

My hair was already thinning but I noticed on the day I received my negative results (20 days after my positive result) as I was combing my hair significant amounts of clumps were in my hand. That just made me cry more. As someone who is already battling hair loss this is not something I wanted to see.

My back is giving me a lot of issues, pretty much from the day I “recovered”. It’s possible it’s due to the fact I was laying down for 3 weeks straight and I’m still laying down more than I’d like. I’m hoping once the weather warms up I can get out more. But for now this Covid cluster in my lower back is keeping me humbly aware I’m still not 100%.

I seem more confused lately too. I keep mixing up my words and I’m more forgetful than usual, not sure if this is the brain fog that people are mentioning. It’s becoming a bit embarrassing, I’m okay with it when speaking to husband, family or friends (they know I’m mostly smart) but when I’m speaking with a client or composing an email I don’t want to appear unintelligent and become flustered easily when I do slip.

I’m sure there are many other things I’m experiencing, I just can’t remember them now. I fear that in 2 years I will suddenly collapse and die and the doctors will find that it’s Covid related.

It was hell. I’m happy I made it through I know countless others including my own mom were not so lucky😔.

My experience has taught me something very valuable though I learned that I don’t want to be unhappy and to appreciate all the good people and things in my life no matter how small and to let go of things that are not conducive to my growth.

This is not to say that I’ve become an uncaring person just that not everyone or every situation deserves a reaction. I’m choosing my battles more wisely.

Besides, in the end…Goodness always reigns supreme.

Please stay safe everyone, continue to mask up, wash your hands and get vaccinated when you can.

Road To Recovery: My Covid Journal

Road To Recovery: My Covid Journal

Day 2, Thursday January 21st.

It’s been one day since I received my positive test result. And I feel like I’ve had this forever. So far, I’ve had an extremely high fever 103. But honestly even when its low 99 it feels high.

I’ve experienced lethargy, dehydration, confusion, loss of appetite. Thankfully the symptoms don’t last and and aside from the exhaustion and fever have not returned.

Yesterday my appetite finally returned after a 2 day hiatus. I knew it was too good to be true that I wasn’t eating my way through grubhub. It wasn’t self control it was the Vid😷. H picked up a giant fruit salad (party platter) and its the most delicious thing I’ve ever eaten.

For an early dinner he ordered a cheese stuffed crust pizza. It was yummy. But I think I ate too much, I have to remember I might feel momentarily better but my body is still fighting a virus.

Today I also began working from home full time. Just trying to keep busy and keep my mind sharp. It was a bit exhausting, but I’m hoping it gets easier with time.

It’s almost 6pm, and my head is killing me but I’m happy to report a normal temperature of 98.6. But unhappy to report a terrible pain in my neck, which is a new symptom.

I woke up from a nap without the neck pain but feeling a bit dazed. It’s taking all of my energy to peel an orange.

Calling it a night soon.

Time:10:40pm

Last dose of Tylenol:8pm

Current temp: 100.00

Comfort level ☺️-🥵: 😩

I’m Not Okay…

I’m Not Okay…

And that’s okay. I’m allowed to not be okay right now.

Losing my mother has created a giant hole in my heart and some unanswered questions. This morning as I was getting ready for work and listening to the news I heard Mike woods (my local weather man) say that the first official day of summer is in a few days. That got me thinking.

My birthday was last week, June is sometimes blazing hot, sometimes springtime chilly. I started to wonder what the weather was like on the day of my birth, something I’ll probably never know, because this is the type of question only mother’s can answer.

I miss her, I miss her so much, even though I know it doesn’t show. I’ve become a master of hiding my feelings, sometimes so deep I forget they exist. Until one day when the seam is ripped open and they come spilling out like Tsunami’s destroy towns.

I miss her, and just want to know…”what was the weather like on the day I was born?”

I hope to get back to my regular routine soon. But please do not hesitate to send me any questions you may need advice on:

If you’d like my opinion on a certain situation or to have your questions answered you can submit your request to:

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Stay safe and be well

More time

More time

Facebook has been reminding me that six years ago around this time we were celebrating Easter 🐣.

I looked through that album and not one picture with my mother. In all the photos she was either sitting in the background, talking to one of her grandkids or quietly sitting by herself 😔.

I’m trying really hard to remember this day and aside from the photos I don’t remember much. Only that it was probably like any other family function, where we all congregated in the kitchen getting drunk while my mother sat quietly in the corner, alone. My siblings always engaged her in conversation. I usually never did.

I didn’t mean to ignore her, I just thought I had more time. More time to take photos with her, more time to build memories, more time to show her I loved her.

It wasn’t until my husband entered my life that I began to see my parents more and for that I will always be grateful 💜. Grateful for the memories I might not have if it wasn’t for him.

I just wish I wouldn’t have been so stupid. I wish I wouldn’t have been so stubborn. I wish that I was able to go back in time. I also wish I can remember this feeling of regret so that I don’t repeat my past mistake which is also my greatest regret.

I love you mom 💜 and I miss you.

Dancing Forever

Dancing Forever

Yesterday I lost my mother due to complications from Covid-19. I. Am. Broken.

She was the best person I knew. Of course she had faults, family secrets hidden behind her dark purple almost black lipstick. But she was still my mother and I should have treated her as such.

I have a jazillion stories I want to share, but I can’t see through my tears right now. I can’t unfeel this heartbreak, I can’t go back in time.

I was proud of you and honored you were my mother even though I may have never showed it. Even when I may have seemed pissed to be burdened with your decisions.

You raised six kids basically on your own, worked multiple jobs, all while trying to make sure we had a wonderfully rich cultural childhood. I still remember the Cambodian protest you took me to when I was ten.

Mom. I hope you are proud of me even though I have not yet reached my goal (living in a penthouse high above the city), even though it may seem as I could never settle down in life and even though I do not follow you in Christ.

I believe in Heaven and I’m comforted you are there. I hope that you are dancing to your hearts content without any of the pains the strokes have caused you. I pray you are looking down on all your children and their SO’s, grandchildren and spouse (my dad, but that’s what she called him lol). Watching how are hearts ache from the giant hole that was created when you left us.

You were right. I’d be sorry when you were gone. I love you mom 💜. Please forgive me💔.

Grey Day Ahead

Grey Day Ahead

The weather matches my mood, there is a storm brewing inside. It’s all of my emotions being blown around by the wind ready to break this fragile heart that is trying it’s best to contain it.

I read a little of the Governor’s press briefing and it looks like we’re almost at an end as a state (or at least over the hump). But what about our individual lives? How are we going to get back on our feet as a community?

It’s sad , I’m sad. It has hit directly on my home. My emotions are conflicted about everything. The rain represents the tears I’ve been crying. I hope I can swim without drowning. I hate the rain but wish to run in it, I fear the wind but wish it could blow me into a time that this has all become a distant memory.

I wanted this to be longer. I’ve so much to say but no words are making sense in my head lately.

Stay safe & be well ♥️.

#FuckCovid-19

#FuckCovid-19

Right now I should be elbow deep in hollow Easter eggs, tediously trying to fill them with candy the kids probably won’t even eat. I hate these plastic eggs, you get like 3 candies inside and then some how during the night the Easter bunny must come along and open them spilling their candy guts all over the basket. Back to step one.

Funny how I used to hate it but now I miss it and long for those stupid plastic easter eggs. I guess that’s how life is. Not appreciating the things we have while we have them.

Much like I used to hate my mother’s incessant phone calls questioning me about some trivial random event from my past or a inappropriate picture I posted on Instagram. Ninety nine percent of the time I dodged those calls. Now I wish I would have answered everyone of them.

Now she lays alone in a hospital bed, hooked up to a oxygen machine while her family decides what is the next best move. But best for who? For the living or the dying? I’m conflicted.

How did she even catch COVID-19? She has not left the house since Thanksgiving! The same for my father, they have very limited contact with the outside world. Is it now an airborne disease, silently wafting through our windows? I need answers.

I wish the world knew my mother, before the strokes. The mom I knew as a kid, that brief stretch of time between 3 and 10 years old and then sporadically throughout my teen years. Not the mom that always had a lie, or a plan to cover up the lie. Not the mom that shared too many family secrets that a young child’s brain has no idea how to process.

But the mom that that taught me to dance to the beat of my own drum (literally). To never give a damn about anyone’s else opinions. I’ll admit, I used to be embarrassed by this. She used to put on her giant studio headphones (Beats, before Beats was a thing) and just dance her heart away behind home plate in the park I was hanging out with my friends.

Of course they made fun of her, they were teenagers! But as the years passed they got to know and love her and all who cross her path grow quite fond of her. Her light and her spirit are infectious, much like the infection she is fighting now, but the good kind, one touch, one smile and she can run rampant with your heart.

I long for the mother that sewed our Halloween costumes because we were too poor to afford store bought ones, I couldn’t appreciate it then but now, looking back on old photos they were better than any store bought costume because every stitch was made with love, not manufactured by the mass.

You would think by the things I’m writing that my mother did not raise me or we lived in different households and this is true but it wasn’t until later in life. It’s just I didn’t realize until recently that she was a different mom to us all.

Honestly, I’d take any version that I could get right now. Appreciate the people in your life while they are here.

Happy Easter.

Catching up

Catching up

The week just got away from me. It seems that everyday the pandemic is changing our basic way of being and more. My work schedule has changed once again, and as always I’m glad to be continuing to get a paycheck. My new schedule ( as of yesterday) is basically 6 hours, every other day, but getting paid for the week…bitter sweet.

I’m starting later in the morning, which I really appreciate because the commute is really bad in the morning. The subway cars are very packed and it makes me feel extremely nervous to be in such a close proximity to someone that may be sick. That, plus the streets and subways are getting extremely dangerous.

So far this week I’ve seen fights, someone shooting up drugs on the train platform, someone’s penis and a bum tried to fight my husband….ugh. Thank God it’s Friday, and we can hide from the rest of the world for most of the weekend.

Aside from work being busy and the neighborhood (entire U.S.) going to shit, things haven’t been that great on the family front. Mom hasn’t been feeling well (not COVID-19 related) and no one is able to really check on her. Besides her age, she has suffered 2 strokes and has some other health issues, so visiting her and possibly making her sick is a risk that I’m not willing to take so it’s a no-no for at least now.

Hopefully tomorrow we will have some answers though. One of my sister’s is taking her to see her primary care doctor and I’m praying it is just something as simple as her needing her medications adjusted. All well wishes and prayers would be welcomed and much appreciated.

I’d like to say tomorrow will be a brand new day filled with hopes and dreams and the great outdoors. But it won’t, at least not the great outdoors part. Never lose sight of your hopes and dreams, not even during a pandemic.

Stay safe and be well.

Are we there yet?…

Are we there yet?…

No! And we will never get there as long as everyone wants to just do whatever they please without a single thought to others. Including their own families.

Today on my way to work, riding a packed train I made an observation. Look at all the idiots. If I sound harsh, I apologize, I truly do not mean to be. Maybe senseless, would be a kinder, gentler word I could use, but I don’t believe it will get the point across.

Tell me, what is the point of wearing latex gloves? To keep your hands clean and safe? Correct. But why bother to wear them if you are going to just touch the pole, then touch your face and then touch your phone and then touch everything in your purse and then touch your phone again. All while wearing a dirty, ripped, clearly reused latex glove. You are the problem. You are cross contamination.

Save the gloves and other protective medical gear for the professionals that really need it or at the very least for those that know how to correctly use and dispose of them. Seriously.

We’re all in this together, but I don’t want to spend one more month locked in the house because people just can’t wash their hands! I’m dying to pay for an over priced drink in the heart of Midtown. But I need for everyone to practice social distancing and simple hand washing.

I’m sorry if anyone is offended. I’m just suffering from cabin fever. On a more serious note. I think at this point we all know someone that knows someone that has contracted Coronavirus or it has hit our homes directly.

Let’s be smart and work together so we can get back to normal. Hope everyone is staying safe.