I find myself thinking of Mama a lot this time of year. The eleventh anniversary of her death was May 5. Her 99th birthday would have been yesterday, May 7. And tomorrow, May 9, is Mother’s Day.
The picture is of Mama, at our wedding in 1985.
I find Mama’s obituary a perfect recognition of the fine person she was.
Life with Mama was always an adventure. Whether we were visiting the farm in Mississippi, having a neighborhood party, or a formal dinner, she was always there, always supportive. But she let us spread our wings. We always knew, at the end of the day, we could come home to a welcoming home, a good dinner, and love.
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