March 5, 1931, she was born. Today, even though she's gone, we will and always will celebrate this day because its special to us all.
You went home to him only 5 1/2 months ago and yet and still it's all still so fresh in my head. How I had a trip all planned up to come down and see the family but had to rush home a week earlier after I got the call that you'd taken sick and they didn't think you'd make it. Deep down inside I felt that this was it ... Your trips to the hospital seemed plentiful but I always felt that you'd pull through each and every single time. But this time felt different different ... I rushed to you as fast as I could, holding faith that you'd be ok at least until I got there. But ... I didn't get there in time. I tried to talk to u while you were on life support hoping that you'd come through, remembering telling you just a couple weeks earlier about my plans to come visit and the joy in your voice to hear the news.
Then all the memories ... The way you used to babysit me when the moms and pops were away. The way you used to always have to find someone to come and pick me up from school every time I'd call b/c I wasn't feeling well. How you used to always give me money in the amount of the age I was turning for my birthdays. How you hated taking pictures (I think that's where I get it from). Your special pinto beans and rice you used to make me after school...the okra you used to make when ever you knew I was coming. The dishes you taught me how to make. The way you'd hug and kiss me bye when it was time for me to return to my daily duties in VA. The way you'd always ask how my girlfriend was doing even though I didn't even have one ... but I always knew who you were referring to. The way you'd always ask me when I was moving back home ... The way you always used to tell me how the arthritis bothered you when I talked to you and how strange I found it to be that I usually ached wherever you ached; how it seemed as though every time you went to the hospital I'd always end up there for something too.
To the most genuine, loving, and all around mother & friend ... I wish you a 79th Happy B-Day. Even though you're not here...; I thank you for my wonderful mother, the great times, the lessons, the tender loving care, and the everythings. You'll always live on in my heart. Even though I probably won't be able to carry out all of your wishes such as marrying that girl you wanted me to be with lol ... I promise to do the best that I can with what I can. I dedicate all I do to you now. I'll live on without fear because I know you'll always be with me for every little ounce of whatever goodness it may be.
R.I.P. I love you.