So.... we did something last year during the pandemic. We found a lot of land that we wanted to make home. We saved and literally, before the pandemic, on March 7, 2020 we purchased this empty lot to put a home on. The #goal is to have a home on it by the end of this year, but we are willing to accept the timing that God and the universe set forth. From the time we dreamed about it, we told my mom and dad. The first thing mom told us was “as soon as it’s done, I can’t wait to see it.” Now that plans are getting in the works my heart ♥️ can’t help but to be a little heavy. But I remember she is with me, as I pray for her guidance and safety through this new home process. That she’s with the girls running and dancing through the open lot as it is. I would give anything to hug her and tell her “this is it, it’s finally becoming real!” But I feel her in my heart and soul. This season coming up in July, where we had the lovely miracle of getting our dog but mom going into the hospital as well meets me with mixed emotions. My heart wants to be happy for the blessings in front of me, but I can’t help to feels sad and sorrowful for the past that’s led to this. I miss holding my momma’s hand and hearing her voice say “I can’t wait to see it all happen. I’m so happy for you.” Simple words with so much meaning. I hope you’re smiling from heaven as you watch the girls play. Te amo mami, te extraño con todo mi corazón. Thank you for letting me practice my Spanish on you without judging and gently correcting. #iloveyou #imissyou #teamo #teamomama #covid_19 #covid #covidsucks #whyivaccinate #myheart #rosemarieimperial https://www.instagram.com/p/CQfPpbHBUV-/?utm_medium=tumblr

To my sweet, sweet mama in heaven... oh are you so very much missed. Today was rough to say the least. This last month has been rough. My mom was a planner. She would call two weeks ahead of every holiday to make sure we would or wouldn’t come. I was a last minuter.... but that changed when I had my first baby. She told me “Milissa, it’s no longer about you. It’s about that baby boy and how well you can take care of him.” From then on I knew every decision I made would be centered around my kids.... just like her. She worked to take care of us. And I was always so proud of the woman she was. She worked for the phone company for over 25 years. She climbed the polls to get wiring at a time, she climbed roofs and she even fell one time. Her saving grace? A down jacket lined with fake fur that caught her fall. The doctors said from where she fell (3 stories up) that she should’ve broken her back somehow. But she said while she fell she prayed to God she would see her kids tomorrow. This was between my older sisters pregnancy and mine in 1987. She was the toughest and the most understanding of all the people I have ever met in my life. When my weird ass decided at 6 years old, right after my grandma passed, that I would be weird and celebrate death with writing and asked her to take us to Barnes and Noble to pick our books, even with her strict Catholic upbringing, she took me and brought me to the poems section and picked out the first edition of Barnes and noble’s Edgar Allen Poe’s letters, poems and stories. I engulfed it for the next two months and re read each take, poem and simile as if it was my own. She didn’t shame me. Or make me feel less than for my fascination with death. She embraced what was the inevitable and the pain that coincides. I didn’t realize what a gift that was until I met her untimely fate. I wish I could have her, and hold her, and hug her. I would’ve taken so many more pictures last year to just savor the beautiful moments with her. But alas, I played life as a fool. Always thinking I had more time. And I was DEAD ASS WRONG! Hug and kiss your loved ones. Especially those that love you and want to understand you with no hate, not argument https://www.instagram.com/p/COrtUQDB3P_/?igshid=1n4f639xo5bf

Put your mask on or stay home. End of PSA. #covid #covid_19 #maskup #maskon https://www.instagram.com/p/CJewuHpBC5L/?igshid=1bzrxx59lpdgj

“Breath in, breath out.” Those were the words mom would tell me when things got overwhelming or too scary. I repeat it as a mantra with the kids. They look at me like I’m crazy, but those are the words I hear constantly, on repeat since July 6th. I kept thinking maybe I would hear you again. I can’t explain what it’s like to watch your mother on a ventilator. I can’t explain what it’s like to watch the one you love, who was so strong in this lifetime, fight for their last breath. I can’t explain what it’s like to ask a doctor questions about oxygen and survival or weather your loved one will make it through the night with your father right next to you knowing it is his worst nightmares realized. I can’t explain what it’s like to watch your hero fall over zoom or hearing your kids tell you over and over again how much they miss grandma and wish she could come for that sleepover she promised- just one last sleep over, mommy I miss her so much. I can’t explain to you how much my heart aches. And how my brain sleeps so little, when I need so much sleep all at once for all the stupid thinking I do. But I definitely can’t explain how this sudden loss, this sudden grief, this sudden void hurts us all so much. We all grieve differently and in our own ways- another beast of the dragon that we all must slay. But I can’t tell you this. Our mom- she was magic. She made everyone feel welcome and loved. Her heart was as big as the sun. But she also was steadfast to her beliefs. She believed in God- so much so that I went to Catholic school for 9 years, and church every Sunday. She believed in education- in all facets. Even if it was faulty info, because someone believes it’s true whether you do or not. She believed in loyalty and trust. She believed in her kids, even this crazy black sheep with her wide eyes and her “crazy stories”, and she always laughed- wholeheartedly at my jokes, my tales, my anecdotes- and she could’ve been laughing at me, but all I cared about was how heartily she fully enjoyed what I said. My mom taught me everything about life, hope, peace, grief, pain, happiness, joy, sorrow and most importantly love. But she never truly taught me how hard these..... https://www.instagram.com/p/CJdx-cthOxk/?igshid=1j7gvkkoa5noq

I don’t even know. 🤷🏻‍♀️ 😂 she’s special, but we love her. ♥️ #dog #doggo #dogs #chihuahua https://www.instagram.com/p/CHZeACzhHaM/?igshid=1dp7ge6za97sa

Because we gotta laugh through it y’all. #election2020 #election #electionresults #trump #biden #republicans #democrats https://www.instagram.com/p/CHPVywVhlIm/?igshid=1tfmvl0mohhsp

I know this is serious times..... but cmon. Look up Nevada in your search under the tags option. You will not be disappointed. Point 1 internet. #nevada #election2020 #electionresults2020 https://www.instagram.com/p/CHPEHy4hh6G/?igshid=p729sxel3lvi

Looking for donations for my seniors. Thanks for the help. 😉 #palmdale #grocerystore #grocery #thanksgiving #thanksgiving2020 #turkey #donations https://www.instagram.com/p/CHOX46VBbMv/?igshid=pfbopb6ckthy

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Our ofrenda this year. I didn’t think I would be putting my mama on it so soon, but I hope she visited. #teamomami #iloveyoumama ❤️ https://www.instagram.com/p/CHI2ZLZhsMb/?igshid=sv5mibydrmtc

To everyone who has reached out with kind words, gestures or support after my moms passing.... I want to say thank you, truly, from the bottom of my heart. I know I haven’t responded yet or reached out personally yet, but I see you and thank you so very much. This loss has hit harder and deeper then any before. Not only because it’s our mom as well as the swiftness of how quickly everything happened, but because the circumstances didn’t allow any of us the ability to properly be with her at the end. To hold her hand or kiss her and tell her how much we greatly love her. To the people on my timeline who post stuff saying the pandemic is fake, calling it the scamdemic or the Chinese flu- I see you also. I hope you never have to endure the pain of this loss. That you never have to experience your loved one fighting for their life via a zoom call or not be able to be with the one your love in their final days. I implore you to have compassion and to truly think before you post about the other people on your timeline who may be deeply affected or afflicted by your words. Just because it’s not your story or has no direct impact on you, doesn’t mean that it isn’t impacting someone you know. I wish covid was fake, I wish this wasn’t my story, I wish I didn’t have to wake up at 3am every night no matter what time I go to bed remembering that I’m living my worst nightmare each day, I wish I didn’t have to explain to my kids that grandma won’t be able to watch them anymore unless it’s from heaven- but this is my reality and my family’s reality. Discrediting or discounting our reality doesn’t make it untrue and it’s quite frankly hurtful. Utilize compassion and empathy instead of trying to be right or wrong about something that’s is hitting home for MANY people, not just myself. Our mothers services are this Friday. I will begin responding after then as it’s still all too much to take in at once. TO EVERYONE ON MY TIMELINE ALL I NEED FROM YOU RIGHT NOW IS TO LOVE ONE ANOTHER. STOP FIGHTING, STOP DISAGREEING, STOP MAKING EVERYTHING POLITICAL, START HUGGING, START TELLING THE PEOPLE YOU LOVE AND HAVE WITH YOU HERE NOW HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU. Rose Imperial - I love you https://www.instagram.com/p/CFynq2ZBIWk/?igshid=1t1roowuw65k1

That moon tonight tho #moon #photooftheday #blackmoon #blackmooninaries #nature https://www.instagram.com/p/CFeCLMTBV5i/?igshid=1a5hv7aloi4rl

I did not want my family to be the faces of Covid-19. I swore that with this pandemic I would come out harder, stronger, better, more resilient- like her. But much like everything in life, I had no control over the others I love or the way life tends to spin into different directions that are unaccounted for. Everything I know about strength and tenderness, kindness, love, compassion, faith, humanity, parenting, marriage, hope and God, I learned from her. How to put others first, how to listen before thinking of something to say in retort, how to stand up for myself and others and how to make life just seem so effortless. I never knew how strong she was until I became a mother and a wife, how you would do ANYTHING for the people you knew and love without any questions asked- no judgement, just pure love emitting from the ups and downs of life’s circumstances. She was the first person I would call with good news and the one person I could rely on when it felt like the world was crumbling around me, the first person I ever told about Isaac and in true Rose fashion as I uttered the words that I thought signified my life being over you immediately said “God always works everything out. I know you’ll figure it out and I can’t wait to hold another grandchild.” In that instance I believed everything would be alright, she always had a knack for saying the right words at the right time. That unrelenting faith has been a compass as to what to do and where to go, and I’m so grateful for that. My heart hurts I will no longer be able to call for your wisdom- you were my true north in a world that’s lost. My body aches for a hug that I know is never coming. I wish I would’ve hugged you longer on Mother’s Day, if only I had known it would be the last one for the rest of this lifetime, I may not have let go. The Mother’s Day and birthday cards I’ll never be able to read anymore.... and how I’ll never get a birthday text first thing in the morning singing happy birthday to you. My voice trembles with the I love you I’ll never get to say or hear from her ever again. How I’ll never see you braid the girls hair when we come over or rub their back like you used to rub mine, take... https://www.instagram.com/p/CFORbizB90h/?igshid=1a81s36uzr6vc

One more for safe measure, because #mentalhealth yo! Search #puppycheck Before anyone says anything, this video was posted by the TikTok’r last November. So #stayhome #staysafe #stayhealthy #staystrong #quarantine #quarantinelife https://www.instagram.com/p/B-IlifGB8lB/?igshid=4w2awy693rno

#lifetip #mentalhealth tip.... if the news is getting overwhelming, life is getting overwhelming, or dealing with people on social media is overwhelming, STOP PARTICIPATING FOR A MOMENT and go search #puppy check and just aww for an hour. Your brain will thank you, your heart will thank you and your Aw quota will be met for the day. #quarantine #quarantinelife #stayhome #staysafe #stayhealthy https://www.instagram.com/p/B-Ikdi7h7xa/?igshid=1friu7n7ajsie

#antelopevalley #av #palmdale #palmdaleschooldistrict Parents in the Palmdale area who are in need of breakfast and lunch meals for their littles while out of school (tentatively) until May 5th can stop any of the locations listed here at the the time listed as well. If you know of anyone in the Palmdale area who needs help, please repost this information. 5 minutes and it gives a kid a full belly for breakfast and lunch. Stay safe and stay kind everyone. #foodprogram #nokidhungry https://www.instagram.com/p/B-IinSLBZot/?igshid=1l4fc8z7nlfzk

No kid should go hungry, and Kern County schools last day is tomorrow (I’ve been lucky to work from home and had mine with me since Monday). Here is a list of food distribution meals for the kiddos out of school. Remember to practice social distancing, dab to cover your mouth, sanitize and wash your hands regularly and thank/send well vibes to all the teachers, medical staff, and people still working in these times. #kern #kerncounty #foodprogram #nokidshungry #kerncountyfood https://www.instagram.com/p/B95NPALhoRC/?igshid=10ql6qt88brrp