The White Jeep Wrangler

It was early 90’s when my mom bought her White Jeep Wrangler.  The license plate read, “GOTADOIT”.  She loved that car to pieces (post her 1974 green Chevy Corvette, of course). It was a really cool car, especially for a “Mom”.  After years of making trips to Washington, DC visiting me at Howard University, running my sisters around to their activities, and later to New Jersey to see her grandkids, Edison and Ellis, that speedometer racked up hundreds of thousands of miles.  Eventually, the gauge displayed just zeros. 

My mom had that car at least 20 years, for sure.  That was not unusual for her, she kept cars until the wheels damn near fell off.  She did everything to avoid monthly car payments. She’d get regular maintenance at the dealer while still under warranty, then find a neighborhood mechanic or even a relative who knew a thing or two about fixing cars. If you were a man, she figured you had to know something about cars, at least more than she did. The first time, she met my then boyfriend, now husband Jeff, she asked him if he knew about cars.  Cleverly, he answered with a question, “what do you need?”  Not the first-impression you want someone your dating to have with your mom on their initial encounter.  Needless to say, I was highly embarrassed. But, she was determined to find someone, anyone to help her with whatever she needed for the everlasting white Jeep.  

By this time, it was probably year 16 and the Jeep had begun to lose its steam.  It was a small favor, but nevertheless a fixer upper task.  My mom gave Jeff a screwdriver to fix her license plate that had fallen off.  The temporary window placement no longer served its purpose. Jeff did as any determined man would, he took pride in being a “mechanic for the day, to win over the heart of his potentially future mother-in-law. He gladly used the tool to reinstall the plate. After that moment, he knew he would be in for a ride with my family, and with a small gesture had succeeded in winning over my mom.  Naturally, Jeff still reminds me of that story 19 years later!

XO, Nikki



You Mattered To Me

You lived your life thinking that no one cared.
You thought you were all alone, your heart feeling tattered.
I am here to tell you that you were wrong
'Cause you see - Mom - to me you mattered.

I loved you when you were angry and mean.
I loved you when you were kind as could be.
I loved you not just because I had to.
I loved you because you mattered to me.

It hurts to know that now you're gone
And never will your face again I see.
I hurt not because I am supposed to;
I hurt because you mattered to me.

I have to live on each day without you.
It doesn't get easier as it is supposed to be.
I feel the loss of you to my very soul
Because you see - Mom - you mattered to me.

Your touch, your smile, your funny wit.
The times it was just you and me.
I will miss you, Mom, with all my heart
'Cause you still matter to me....

Written by Ruth Morris 

posted by Raeven Ricks

Dedication poem

Mom, I look at you
and see a walking miracle.
Your unfailing love without limit,
your ability to soothe my every hurt,
the way you are on duty, unselfishly,
every hour, every day,
makes me so grateful
that I am yours, and you are mine.
With open arms and open heart,
with enduring patience and inner strength,
you gave so much for me,
sometimes at your expense.
You are my teacher,
my comforter, my encourager,
appreciating all, forgiving all.
Sometimes I took you for granted, Mom,
but I don’t now, and I never will again.
I know that everything I am today
relates to you and your loving care.
I gaze in wonder
as I watch you being you—
my miracle, my mother.

By Joanna Fuchs

posted by Raeven Ricks, youngest daughter 

Her Final Bookclub Read....

The title of this book is so appropriate for my Mom as she was a “fearless” woman. Fearless by Max Lucado was the last book she was reading with her book club.

Cat quote

“I have felt cats rubbing their faces against mine and touching my cheek with claws carefully sheathed. These things, to me, are expressions of love.” – James Herriot


By Raeven Ricks, youngest daughter. 

Simba and Aaliyah

Evette adored cats. A self- proclaimed cat lover. My mother would often say she loved cats because they are- intelligent, independent, and, dignified animals like her. Whenever a cat was in need of a forever home, she was there. In the ’90s, my mother adopted two cute, cuddly kittens who were severely beaten. We named them Simba and Aaliyah. They became her companions. She nurtured, provided, and cared for them. They were always well-loved.

By Raeven Ricks, youngest daughter. 

If You See My Mom in Heaven

If you see my mom in heaven,
She won't be hard to find.
She's God's masterpiece of 
Motherhood.
She's unique and one of a kind.

She'll be the one with the prettiest 
Smile.
Her angel wings she wears with pride,
And as she reaches out to greet you,
You'll see the twinkle in her eyes.

She'll be digging in God's flower beds,
Gathering flowers as she goes.
She'll pick a single flower bouquet:
The beauty of God's red rose.

She'll be playing with the smallest angels,
Singing joyful games upon her knee,
Or maybe writing words of wisdom,
Or reciting a poem or three.

She's with her mom and dad now,
Embracing them lovingly or
Visiting with her long-lost friends,
Chatting so happily.

She'll be God's strongest angel.
No more burdens will she bear.
She'll stroll about with strength and grace,
Kneeling with God in prayer.

So if you see my mom in heaven,
Will you take care of her for me?
Place a kiss upon her cheek,
And hug her just for me.

You see, she was my special mom,
The truest friend she was to me.
She taught me all about our God
And the love he had for me.

She's my royal queen of mothers.
She'll wear her very own crown.
She'll sit and share God's golden
Throne in God's beautiful 
Heavenly home.

Poet: Judy A. Campbell

Her scripture: Believe

"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life."  John 3:16

Her favorite poem..."Footprints in the Sand"

One night I dreamed a dream.
As I was walking along the beach with my Lord.
Across the dark sky flashed scenes from my life.
For each scene, I noticed two sets of footprints in the sand,
One belonging to me and one to my Lord.

After the last scene of my life flashed before me,
I looked back at the footprints in the sand.
I noticed that at many times along the path of my life,
especially at the very lowest and saddest times,
there was only one set of footprints.

This really troubled me, so I asked the Lord about it.
"Lord, you said once I decided to follow you,
You'd walk with me all the way.
But I noticed that during the saddest and most troublesome times of my life,
there was only one set of footprints.
I don't understand why, when I needed You the most, You would leave me."

He whispered, "My precious child, I love you and will never leave you
Never, ever, during your trials and testings.
When you saw only one set of footprints,
It was then that I carried you."