Here I am, playing with those memories again. Remembering how we had run in fear of our lives the night before, remembering the penny you found on heads and saying, this is my lucky day. Remembering when you fell at my feet, Tony and mother bringing you back to breathing again, mother had just had open heart surgery. I rode in the ambulance with you to Mobile Infirmary and the Dr. saying you wouldn’t live. You lived for less than 3 hours more. I remember Bro Doug Cook being there and my brother who had to pick me up and carry me when they said you were gone, my world went black. So much I cannot remember, even then, like a nightmare that only parts are recalled.
And now, 41 years later, it’s like it was only yesterday. I remember the many nights I sat beside your grave, midnight didn’t matter, unknowing that 20 years later your brother would be beside you. I can still hear your voice when you called my name, see that beautiful smile you always had and full of fun and laughter. I was only 35 years old and you were only sixteen. I loved you then and I love you now and I miss you so very much.
Just Mama