day 11-a deceased person you wish you could talk to

dear tata:

i miss you so much. no one knows how much i cared about you,and how well we got to know each other. you lived with me for 3 years,and in that time i got to know one of the funniest and most caring people i know. you didn't always make the best decisions when it came to trusting people,but i know towards the end,you knew. no one else cared when you told all your stories about your child hood,but i did. no one knows that you were the reason i began playing the violin in the first place,& i remember the look on your face everytime you realized there was finally someone in the family who had something in common with you. it's been a year,and i still cant think about that certain wednesday with losing my breath and feeling my hands shake. everyday there's something else that reminds of you. you were the one who made me realize you dont know what you have until its gone.

love,
tu nina consentida y chuparosa




dear tio:

you were more of a father to me than my own. i remember summers at the ranch,your odd obsession with britney spears,always letting us jump on your belly,and how you always pinched me with your pinky nail. i wish you had been here for our promotion,15th bday,graduation,first day of college... you understood me and angela better than anyone. i never cried at the funeral,and i still havent cried. i feel like thats not something you would have wanted. you were such a joyous person,and so many people loved you. i'll never forget the way you looked in your hawaiian button ups,or the way you laughed. writing this puts a lump in my throat,because i wish you were here so bad.

love,
nenia.