MY MOM WAS MY HERO.
My mom was my hero.
She passed away May of 2013 without knowing how much I looked up to her.
I didn’t know how to cope or grieve, so I did what I always do - I worked. I started digging through our family records and used online resources to piece together our family’s history. That is where I found that my ancestors migrated from Spain to Nicaragua and furthermore the original spelling of my family’s last name was Cepeda. That was five years ago.
Five years later, I still miss my mom very much. She was the light in our household. She made our house a home. I grieve her absence every Mother’s Day, every Christmas, every birthday. The last memento she gave me was a note she wrote for me on my birthday. I read it every year on my birthday.
As the 5th anniversary of her passing loomed, I knew I wanted to do something permanent to commemorate her lessons, and her life. On my birthday this year, I re-read her letter like I’ve done every year. However, this time I acted. The following day I asked for my family’s blessing and on the first business day the courthouse was open, I filed - February 26.
I am not hiding my name change. I want and hope my great-great-great grandchildren know about our family’s history, heritage, and love for them.
I am a private person. I am not a politician. I am an educator. I don’t actively seek the stage or the limelight or look to make millions. I work hard to make a difference and plan to keep working toward that goal.