My Lady began calling me Ramona as her mind came in and out. She also referred to herself as Stacy. We got tickled when she came back around, and I would tell her. I loved to cook for her, for her birthday.
It overwhelmed her having all my kids in her house, surrounding her table. She would sit, talk, laugh, and just absorb those crazy moments. Her eyes would dance and sparkle as she helped my kids with different projects, while I cleaned the kitchen.
She also enjoyed us taking her out to dinner. She and her boyfriend (Bart) would put me in the backseat, and they would hang out in the front. They solved the world’s problems. They loved eating fish, together.
Bart would surprise her and bring her flowers, every once in a while. She loved him for that.
I miss her laugh.
The thought of her singing, with her beautiful voice, makes my heart rejoice. Her wisdom is something that I will hold onto forever and a day. In this picture, she had just turned 80.
She wore my FAVORITE shirt. Red was my favorite color on her. She loved the water (as they owned a houseboat for a long time). This shirt just was the epitome of what she liked and what I loved.
I would love to be sitting in her room, in my green chair and her in her leather chair. I would love to be at that table again.
There are many times, I sat, in that chair and at that table, with my head in her hands while I cried and she prayed.
I miss hearing her praying over me. Her guidance. Her forthrightness. I miss every single part of her. Everyone needs a Lady.
Today is her first birthday that she is celebrating with Jesus and her Jerome.
I miss you more today, then I did yesterday.
Until I see you again.
I love your face off.