Child of the 80s

Dear Mom, I love you. I'm doing good, and I hope you're doing good. Of course you are better. I have friends now, mom, I'm not fighting anymore. Umm, strike that last part out. I should have taken your hand while I had the chance. I don't know where you're buried, but I swear I'll find it. And I'll give you flowers. Your favourite kind. Love, your Star Lord.