I can’t believe it’s been eight years without you. Eight years of missing you every single day. Before Izzy and Tia became my lifelines, it was you. You were the one who stood with me through every fight with Mom. You were the one who held me together when Dad was being… Dad. You were the only person back then who truly understood how bad things with Emily could get, and you never once left me to face it alone.
You shaped me. You saved me. You kept me alive through the darkest part of my life, even when I didn’t know how to keep going. When you died, I was terrified I wouldn’t make it without you — but you raised an amazing daughter, and she raised an even more amazing daughter, and together they became the support system you always wanted for me.
I know you’d be on our side through all the chaos with Sarah and Emily. I know you’d laugh at my choices in men — and honestly, that’s fine, because Izzy already judges enough for both of you. I know you’d be proud of everything I’ve done, everything I’ve survived, and everything I’m building.
You were an incredible woman. If I grow into even half of who you were, I’ll consider that a success. Thank you for being you. Thank you for teaching me how to be respectful, caring, and passionate. Thank you for loving me in a way that still echoes through my life today.
I love you, and I always will.
Happy birthday, Abuela.
P.S. Izzy, stop crying. I can hear you from here.
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