So I believe things happen for a reason. It may not be a good reason but there is a reason for everything. Such as me moving here to Las Vegas last year and making a life for myself here. It wasn’t a hard decision for me to make. I didn’t have really anything keeping me in California any longer. That’s probably a bit harsh for some of you to hear but it’s how I feel. A lot has happened in my life in the past couple years. Such as me quitting a job of 10 years and my grandmother who raised me since I was 8 years old passed away. I stayed with the company for that long because of the pay, no one would pay me what I got paid for being there 10 years and free benefits starting. So I worked for a grocery store for 10 long years of my life. I started when I was 23 and left when I was 33. That was my longest job. Crazy. I wouldn’t say it wasn’t worth my time because I have met some very wonderful people and not so wonderful people in the 10 years I worked with the company. Including in that short list is a friend that I’d like to call my friend and a mother to me, Lisa which I have known for the past 6 years.
I started working at Food Maxx in San Jose, California in late 2013 when I met Lisa. She is a woman in her 50’s and has been married for over 25 years. We got along really well for me being her supervisor and her being the checker. As the years went by we became closer and I would confide in her and tell her things that I couldn’t tell anyone else. She’s become my 3rd mom and a best friend to me. She’s also helped me out over the years with a lot, not just with advice but also issues that have come up and also financially.
The reason why I am on the topic of women is because of my grandmother, Martha. She lived to be 75 years young. She is the reason I am who I am today. I was 8 years old when I went to stay with my grandma for the summer. My oldest sister who was 11, was already living with her at the time. I was just supposed to stay for the summer because I didn’t want to live with my mom anymore. That’s another story for another blog. So when it comes time to leave because school is about to start, I tell my grandma I don’t want to go back.
Fast forward to 2017, it had been 25 years, give or take a few months somewhere in there, that I lived with my grandma. November 31, 2017 was the day that she had passed. I remember like it was yesterday. I had experience losing a friend that I had known since we were sophomores in high school to me 8 years before but no one as close to me as my grandmother was. I knew it was coming so I tried to prepare myself but no matter what, out of everyone I took it the hardest. Even as I write this its hard to put down in words what I was feeling from the time she went into the hospital til the end of her life and even now. Just thinking about that day makes me tear up.
She raised her 3 kids, plus 4 grand kids for a good part of our lives. I’m one of those grand kids. This woman that I called Grandma raised me for 25 years of my life. She did so much for me and for the other 3 grand kids that she raised as well.
There’s so much more I wanted to write but this is just to let you know who these special women are to me and how much they have changed my life for the better and continue to.
Thank you for everything you both have done for me and continue to do for me.

