I remember you giving me $2,000 after I told you about Bitcoin back in 2010, right after I graduated high school. You pushed me to do it because you always believed in the crazy ideas I had.
I didn’t want to take the money because I knew it was pretty much all we had back then, but you told me you had this weird feeling.
You were right, Mom.
From Bitcoin, to the crazy mining farms we built, to you sometimes out-trading me… you were my rock through all of it.
I got into crypto because we always wanted a better life, and oh man, did we live one.
The laughs. The joy. The crazy trades. Being on the phone together when PNUT got listed on Binance. The wild theses. The ride on OHM. Our walks while listening to Spaces. The trades we’d argue about because neither one of us wanted to admit the other was right.
Those are memories I’ll carry with me forever.
You were way too young to leave this world.
I’ll bounce back. I always do. But this one is going to hurt forever.
Everything I do from here, a piece of you comes with me.
I love you, Mom.
Fuck cancer.
RIP MOM ❤️