I lost my soul and my mother 4 yrs ago today.
Dalilah was brave, gentle, elegant and sweet. Before I met her I thought the only thing I could bring into the universe was pain, suffering and toxicity; that’s what I was made to believe with the childhood I had.
I adopted her May 4, 2015 after most of her 1st year of life was full of neglect and malnutrition. She came into our home in a tiny white box surrounded by flowers. I didn’t have the privilege to document her life with fancy cameras and the first home she shared with us was perpetually dark.
There were only tiny windows on one side of the apartment and a huge oak tree that swallowed them all in shadow. Some other terrible things down the line came to fruition in that apartment but also 2015 was the year I became the most physically disabled I had ever been because of my job as a records clerk at a credit union and my family’s fight with poverty would get worse and worse.
In late 2019 she had a cancer scare and emergency spay. I regretted not taking more photos and videos even if they had been awful I’d have more to remember her…
Two years later she developed cancer in her bones and by this day her body gave up and released her powerful majestic spirit. Mom was never the same even after we brought Sansón home a month later.
I miss you with all my soul, my little lady.
I love you always.
