I cannot let my self dwell on her, look at her pictures, I am afraid, I will forget her voice, her smell, her smile. When my precious
Mother-in-law died, I cried straight for three weeks. My
Mother, I have cried little. Every once in awhile, something gets me. She promised me, she would never leave me. When I was little, I had to have special privaleges to call Momma if I heard a siren! Often, I would beat her home after she dropped me off at school. We were extremely close.