Select a story from below
- Thinking of Taya Elizabeth Cotiga
- Missing You3. Destiny
- Taken For Granted
- Inspire
- My Little Girl
- Bobo’s Story
Missing You
The smiles that used to beam from your face,Nothing could ever take their place.The dimple that was under your eye,Never seeing it again, makes me want to cry.Your skin so smooth like a baby’s butt,This horrible pain that is in my gutt.The life that will be without you here,Is one that I will always fear.Tears fall from my face every single day,Wondering why things had to turn out this way.My sweet child, my daughter, my bunny, my love,Until we meet again in the heavens above.I will wait. I will count. I will know how long,I am not mad at you baby, you have never been so wrong.I am proud and I am honoured to say that you are mine,Let me know that you are with me, just give me a sign.To go on without you, not knowing you are here,Would be a lifetime of hell without you my dear.One last think that I will forever say,”I love you. I miss you. Every single day!”
Love mom. Destiny
Was this our destiny,To create a garden in your name,To visit your grave site,This world is not right.
Was this our destiny,To have you for a few short years,Wonder what we could have had,A lifetime to be sad.
Was this our destiny,To create you, to love you, to lose you,To live with this pain,With nothing to gain.
Was this our destiny,To live with this void,You were taken away,None of this is okay.
Was this our destiny,To live without you,To watch you die,To forever cry.
Love Mom
Taken For Granted
To feel the cool breeze on my face,Or the warm sun melt my face,Or simply, your face.Taken for granted.
To sit and watch the grass grow,Or the beautiful flowers grow,Or simply, you grow.Taken for granted.
To feel the beauty of a touch,Or the thought of just one more touch,Or simply, your touch.Taken for granted.
To be able to start the day with a smile,And to end it with a smile,Or simply, your smile.Taken for granted.
To be able to forever love you,Or to forever hold you,Or simply, you.Taken for granted.Now it is too late to not take for you granted!
Mom Inspire
Inspire
Inspire me to move forward,on these dark and lonely days.
Inspire me to want to wake,then morning comes and I wish I were dead.
Inspire me to live for you,and not to dwell on losing you.
Inspire me to remember,the wonderful years I had with you.
Inspire me to realize,that it should be quality and not quantity.
Please baby inspire me,Until we meet again.
Love Mom
My Little Girl
?My little girl,part of my world,for a short time.On that very day,my life ended,broken hearted,from losing you.Life still goes on,but not for me,part of me died,that day you left,for a purpose,unknown to me.The loss of you,has changed my life,but not my love.It will remain,until the day,together again.
Love Mom
Bobo’s Story
Dear readers,It is a sad time and it will all ways be Taya was a nice girl and sistershe was beautiful girl and I wish she could be here longer but she couldn’t. If you read the paper you know what I mean. We don’t think we can go back to normal life after the funeral, everyone went back to life.
From Taya’s brother
Tristan (bobo)
Thinking of Taya Elizabeth Cotiga
By Uncle Corey
Where I come from we’ve had some very powerful storms come through the area over the past week or so and as I’m laying here awake in bed at 4am worried about a tree falling through the roof I can’t help but think about the symbolism of the storms and the rain as it relates to Taya’s tragic and early passing. The rain representing tears of sadness and the powerful thunder, wind and lightning would symbolize the raw anger and depression felt from losing Taya so early in her life. As I wonder how this storm symbolizes sadness, it begins to make sense to me as I think of her parents who have to outlive their beloved daughter; I think of her uncle’s and aunt’s who will live longer than their precious niece and lastly I think about her grandparents who somehow have to deal with outliving their perfect little granddaughter. It then makes a little more sense to me why these storms have lasted so long and the damage they’ve caused on my community. The uprooted full grown trees and power being out for days helps me understand the power of the sadness and anger felt by the hundreds of people that Taya has touched in her short life.
As I recall all the devastation caused by these storms, I begin to question if the emotions from these people could cause this so I consider the life Taya never got to live. The sadness that her teenage best friend would feel knowing that she will miss out on the many birthday parties, slumber parties, and talking about all the boys Taya would’ve had a crush on. I think of Taya’s high school sweetheart who will miss out on the crush he will never have with her, the late night phone calls they weren’t suppose to have and coming home late for curfew as they lose track of time just spending time together. OV would’ve been overprotective from the innocent dates they would’ve had and I’m sure he would have waited up for her on the night of her prom worried about what could’ve happened but never did. Next I think of her college boyfriend who would cry the most as he misses out on experiencing true love with a beautiful young lady with crazy curly hair who would probably wear her hair in a curly ponytail more often than any other hairstyle in an attempt to control the bird’s nest she inherited from her mother…I giggle for a second. He’s further saddened from missing out on the special day when he would’ve proposed to Taya even after the hard time OV gave him when he was asking for permission to have his daughter’s hand in marriage. His sadness would quickly turn to depression if he knew that he missed out on a beautiful wedding day, a day that her mother doesn’t get to see her daughter in a gorgeous white wedding dress and a father who can’t stand up and tell everyone about how proud he is of her and how happy he is that she’s found true love as he wishes them the best in their long life together.
Just then an intense volume of thunder crashes down and startles me from my thoughts. It’s 4:30am now and as my thoughts quickly turn back to Taya I now consider the life Taya never got to live. The children she never had and will never watch them grow up…all the birthday’s…all the Christmas’…the first time they said ‘Ma-Ma’ to her…first kisses…first loves…more wedding’s…As I’m summarizing the experiences most people get to have in their lifetime I choke on a rush of emotions which snaps me back to reality where it’s just me and the storm again but it sounds different now. Now I hear the tears pouring down the roof instead of rain, the angry wind howling against the house instead of just blowing and the uncontrollable weeping of the thunder as it screams in my ears from the sadness it feels from losing Taya. I lay there for a while longer and listen in agreement with the thousands of people in this storm who never got to love Taya like I loved her.
The storm outside makes sense to me now…I bet it rains tomorrow too.
