Cassandra jones

Today is March 12th 2024. This is the first one of your birthdays after your passing. I love you and I miss you and I miss all of the years that we missed together. It’s women’s history month and it’s Pisces seasons and me and you and my cousin pops share the same birth month & So the bunch of March starts with my boy. His birthday on the 1st pops is on the 8th. Yours on the 12th and mine and Veronica’s on the 19th. Along with my little cousin Shawn’s birthday on the 18th and I believe Nish es nisha’s birthday is on the 17th or something like that. I miss you. I love you. I hope you are watching down and proud of me. I’m sad that we did not have a memorial or anything to remember you. You’ve been gone from us for 20 years but yet you had a high effect on us. You got some of the most solid hands I can remember and you taught me what mustard chicken is mustard fried chicken and that s*** was so damn good. I will never forget the days of traveling from my aunt’s house to yours and the pitbulls in between the projects and your dog getting chased around the projects or the times when you had outbursts with mental health and was saying while s*** about people, they were eye-opening and life altering. Your son ended up coming to live with me after a portion of my life that were detrimental to me that were essential and nobody recognizes it. Nobody recognizes that they put your son in my space yet. They called me privileged. I’m happy for the years I got to spend with my little cousin and the time that we spent together but he rejects us and me as well because mental illness is real and the effects on it are exponential not only to the person with illness but those around them that love them that care for them. That’s been time with them that end up codependent on them. I love you! Cassandra Jones and I hope you are resting well with the rest of my family up there in heaven.

I also do not have a single picture of you a requested one from my mom but never received it but it doesn’t change the fact that I miss you and that I will get that picture. I know that there are pictures of me and you mom’s picture boxes though most of our family’s photos were discarded of and lost when you were sick in the head. Mentally ill.