May 23, 2007
Originally published April 6, 2005
She'll be 94 years old next month. There she is, posing for a picture in a ridiculous Saint Patrick's Day hat. That's Mommie.
I've called her by that name all of my life, and her umpteen grandchildren, great-grandchildren and great-great-grandchildren all still call her "Mommie" today. She is one hell of a woman.
She still likes working crossword puzzles and she still watches her favorite soap operas every day. I believe that I inherited a lot of my storytelling ability from her. She can spin a wonderful yarn. And she has a terriffic sense of humor, including some that runs on the blue side. She was the first person I ever heard say the word "SHIT!" when I was about four years old. (I believe that the quote was something like... "Robbie, if you do that again, I'm going to beat the shit out of you!")
I'll go see HER for Mother's Day.
Originally published March 20, 2005
I had supper this evening with my brother, his wife, my Uncle Virgil and my Aunt Peggy. Them was good fixins, too--- roast beef, green beans, mashed potatoes and gravy, cole slaw, biscuits and more gravy. Peggy also had some kind of pastry for dessert, but my brother and I don't eat desserts, so we passed on that and retired to the back porch... mama's back porch.
My brother and I talked, not seriously, just kinda flirting around the edge of the subject.
We buried mama a week ago. We're gonna have to settle the estate. He asked my permission to give a bunch of stuff to my mama's best friend, Lois, who stayed with mama during her last days. "C'mon, Dave," I said. "Lois can have anything in this house she wants. In fact, I'll haul it to Tennessee for her. That woman is a saint. I damn sure ain't gonna bitch about it, not after everything she did for mama."
My brother knew that before he asked, but he's a lawyer, so he went through the necessary motions. "I just wanted to make sure," he replied. By damn, but I love him.
My brother and I don't spend a lot of time together and we don't run in the same circle of friends. But I KNOW him, and he KNOWS me. I couldn't possibly find a better brother if I tried to order one from a catalogue. It's just the two of us now--- mama and dad are gone--- and we are bound by hillbilly blood and a trust forged over many a year.
I've seen what some families do in this situation, and I found it ugly to behold. We WILL NOT do that. Not me and not Dave. We were raised better than that. And I would take a bullet for him to this day.
Hell, I stand to inherit some money. I should be celebrating. But I'm not, because I never wanted the money. I'd spend it all RIGHT NOW to have mama back.
Sorry, but I sometimes get maudlin when my belly is full and I've got a lot on my mind.
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