Preparing...Hoping...
It's around 8:15 pm on a Monday night. I was just at work. I got a call from my Dad, that my Mom is in critical condition. So I took off work early, and i'm now waiting for my brother so we can go see my Mom. All I have been doing these past few days is hoping for the best, and preparing for the worst. Everyday I think of a world without my mom. It's almost unbearable to comprehend at my age of 21. Everyone usually thinks they will have their parents until they are alot older. So for me to have the reality of losing my mom now, just fucking sucks. I still have so much to give my mom. I want her to see me graduate from college. I want her to see me get married. I want her to see her first grandchild. I just want my mom back. At my last show, I started by saying this..."Before we start, I want everyone to listen...Never take anything or anyone for granted...For me personally, this whole set is dedicated to my Mom.". Now that I look back on my 21 years of being a son to Alita Laudencia Domingo...I have taken her for granted alot of times. And only now in this desperate time, do I realize my failures as a son. I love my Mom so much. It kills me inside to see this once strong woman...so fragile. My Mom was definately the one who whooped me and my brothers ass to shape as we grew up. She's a tough lady. And like I said. It's just so mind numbing and boggling to see her like this. Well, my brother is here. Time to go see Mom.