Seeing as how this is my blog and I make all the decisions
I’m going to take a short break in the Faith in Transition story. My heart is too heavy.
Tonight a dear family friend lost her battle to lung
cancer. Her name was Carolyn but
many of us grew up calling her Mama C.
She was the type of person who poured her life into others. There was no such thing as too many
extra mouths to feed or not enough beds.
We ate what was there and slept where we landed. Since my own home was 8 miles out of
town her house made for a great after school landing/transition spot for my
sisters and I. As soon as I walked in her house and sat at the table she’d pull off her
rings and let me wear them. Sometimes it felt
like I spent more time at her house on Wood St. than I spent in my own. Slumber parties were the norm on the
weekends. We would stay up until
the wee hours of the morning playing Gin Rummy. We’d get tickled about something and laugh until tears
rolled down our cheeks in pure delirium. You
never had to wonder what she thought about anything. She’d tell you exactly how she felt and then she’d say, “And
if you don’t like it? Well, tough!”
Much like my real Mama she was a constant in my adolescent
world of inconsistencies. One of
the highlights of going home to visit was hauling my
family to her house and showing off my kids. She’d threaten to tell them all my growing up secrets so
they could use them against me.
She was proud of me and every time I saw her I felt like a huge success. I struggle to find words that express
all that she meant to those who knew her.
Mama C. will be greatly missed and I am better for having known
her. I can’t wait to see her in
glory where she is no longer “old and decrepit”.
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| Mama C and Sheriff Leroy |
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