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Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year 2009!
May all your wishes and desires come to fructition this year, may you conquer the fanfic, the fandom and the world. May we be able to finish the year with a sense of accomplishment never quite felt that high and deep before. May we rule with an iron fist and a slashy smirk on our lips. May we be ourselves in front us and others. May they understand who we are, and just roll their eyes when they can't. May we be and breath and smile and not cry anymore. May we be.
*sighs*
And on a rather personal note, I would say a prayer for the soul of Luzmilla Anicama, Jose's grandmother, who passed away two days ago, if I were the kind to say a prayer. All I can say is thank you, to the woman who opened her arms to an eighteen year old girl afraid out of her wits at meeting the grandmother that had raised her first boy she had ever loved. Who smiled at me and told me embarrassing stories of Jose that I will always treasure. Who sent me lunch packed in Pyrex and Coke in a bottle because she thought I was too skinny and school wasn't feeding me properly. I'm sorry for all the things I didn't do, and for all the times I didn't go to see you when you were sick. I'm glad for times I went. I will miss you, because I cared a hell of a lot about you, and I will miss you even a thousand times more in Jose's name.
Take care.
May all your wishes and desires come to fructition this year, may you conquer the fanfic, the fandom and the world. May we be able to finish the year with a sense of accomplishment never quite felt that high and deep before. May we rule with an iron fist and a slashy smirk on our lips. May we be ourselves in front us and others. May they understand who we are, and just roll their eyes when they can't. May we be and breath and smile and not cry anymore. May we be.
*sighs*
And on a rather personal note, I would say a prayer for the soul of Luzmilla Anicama, Jose's grandmother, who passed away two days ago, if I were the kind to say a prayer. All I can say is thank you, to the woman who opened her arms to an eighteen year old girl afraid out of her wits at meeting the grandmother that had raised her first boy she had ever loved. Who smiled at me and told me embarrassing stories of Jose that I will always treasure. Who sent me lunch packed in Pyrex and Coke in a bottle because she thought I was too skinny and school wasn't feeding me properly. I'm sorry for all the things I didn't do, and for all the times I didn't go to see you when you were sick. I'm glad for times I went. I will miss you, because I cared a hell of a lot about you, and I will miss you even a thousand times more in Jose's name.
Take care.