By George ‘El Chingon’ Nevarez, Training Coordinator at Autobahn; edited by Chris Collier, Editorial Director of Loop Magazine
Mom, I'm doing well.
You supported me during my first jobs selling seed packets and delivering newspapers. You supported me at my baseball games and bowling leagues. You supported my passion for building show trucks and cars—you even supported me when I raced jet skis.
Most importantly, you supported my window tinting business. You would drive my brother Jimmy to and from the shop so that he could have a job. You always brought tortillas, tamales, and burritos for me and the guys at the shop. We sure do miss those lunches, and we sure do miss you.
I’ll never forget when you made homemade piñatas for holidays and birthdays. I remember when you would bake cupcakes for me and my classmates in elementary school. You always loved decorating for all of the holidays, inside and outside of our house. I remember the Christmas stockings and the Easter egg hunts. It made a difference—for all of us.
I will never forget you making sure everyone had something to eat and a place to stay. I’m proud to share that you, grandma, and great-grandma passed that gift on to me.
Of course, I will never forget you telling most of my girlfriends, “If you’re dating my son, you better sit down, hold on tight, and enjoy the ride. Because from one day to the next, I don’t know where my son is or what he’s doing.”
I will always remember your love of butterflies. Whenever I see one, I always think of you. Sometimes, they will follow me around. I know it’s you watching over me.
It’s been several years since you left us. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you, miss you, and look forward to sharing where I’ve been and where I’m going.
Momma, I know I was a handful growing up.
Thank you for putting up with me and supporting me in everything I did.
I will always love you and miss you.
Thank you for being my mom.
– Georgie Jr.
