Three years ago today, my Momma died of lung cancer.
It was four days after my baby's 1st birthday. The day after his birthday party. She didn't even get to be at it. I only got three pictures of them together. I'm sad every time I think about it.
I miss her everyday. But the pain isn't as sharp as it used to be.
I don't see my siblings as much with her gone. That makes me sad.
My cousin reminded me a funny story, so I decided to share it with you today.
One day my Aunt Shiela, cousin Love'e and her two sons (ages 10 and 13) came to visit mom (who's name was Twila), when she was sick. Mom was talking about telemarketers and how they drove her crazy! She said one night a telemarketer called and for Twiller.
My mom quickly snapped, "Who the *beep* names their kid Twiller?"
My cousin's boys thought that was hilarious....and still talk about it to this day.
Oh, my gosh I miss her!