At the cemetery .......
Mom went to visit you on July 22 2016
At the cemetery
We love you mom
Mother forgive me for any pain that I may have caused you. Forgive me for not really understanding what u were going through.. In my eyes I just wanted to be there for you. When I was younger I didn't understand things that were going on. But when I became an adult I could put the pieces together an I began to understand you more. I no you did the best you could do for us. Life wasn't easy for you. I thank you for that tough love because it made me who I am today. I often sit an think about certain things you would say. Your words are apart of me. There my strength, my courage an my wisdom. Love you ma. I'm so glad that I got to spend those special moments with you.
This is my father he left us when we were very young. I will never forget that day. (3-9-1963). I was in the tub when mom got the call that daddy had passed. She said go get ur brothers. I got out the tub put on my clothes ran outside to find my brothers to tell them daddy had passed. It was so hard for us. We grew up without our father. Mom was young with six kids to raise by her self. I can imagine what she went through. We as kids never knew the toll it took on her. Mom endured so much in her life. There were many trials and tribulations. Through it all she stood her ground.
I remember when we use to go down south an stay with cousin Mender. Mom & her were very close. She use to have a farm with pigs chickens an she even had horses. I don't remember what else she had. She always treated us good. She would fix us a nice big breakfast in the mornings. The table would be set with her finde China ware. After we would eat mom would tell me & Mamie to wash the dishes an dry them & put them away. Any scraps that were left over we would put it in a bucket an feed it to the hogs. I have fond memories of being @ cousin mender's house. When it was time to go to bed she would go n the attic an get the quilts for the cool nights. Mom & cousin mender would talk for days. That's the way family is suppose to be.
This is a picture of moms dad. The late Mr. Isaac Hayes.
Me & mom coming from Jonathan's graduation.sixth grade p.s.20 in Clinton hill..
Me visiting mom in the nursing home.
