A final resting place for Erica Castro

As most of you may know, but for those of you who don’t, I lost my mom at the fragile age of 12 years old. In the blink of an eye my childhood had been stripped from me while losing the person I was living for, the person every teenage girl needs, their mother. I was angry, angry because I wanted to help her because I wanted to trade places. I was confused, confused because I didn’t understand why God took the greatest thing in my life. Most importantly, I was afraid. I was afraid to think about the future & how I would be able to go on without her. I was afraid because the only thing she didn’t teach me was how to live without her.
          God decided she was too precious for this world and called her home at the age of 29. She was the light at the end of the tunnel, the rainbow after the storm. Everyone knew my mother to be the happy, energetic, loving and caring person she was. She was my mother but also a sister, daughter, wife, cousin and friend. She put everyone’s happiness before her own, she was selfless and giving. My mother did everything whole heartedly for the people in her life.
     At the time of this tragedy my family was not fortunate enough to give her , her own resting place. My step fathers’ family was generous enough to offer his sisters’ grave site to bury my mom. I appreciate everything that they have done for my mother. Although I know where my mother is resting, it never felt right to visit a grave site dedicated to someone else other than her. Since the age of 12, I dreamed about one day being able to give my mom her own resting place. I imagined being comfortable and feeling as if I’m actually visiting my mother. I imagined seeing her picture feeling as though we were still connected. I’ve decided that I would stop at nothing to make this possible and so that God forbid if anything should happen to my self or my grandmother, we can be together.
     Longing for this journey to begin I didn’t imagine the expenses that would come along with re- burying my mother. I realize that this isn’t something I can do alone and so  I have created this page in hopes that everyone will find it in their hearts to help me give my mother, Erica Castro, her final resting place.