It has been nearly 9 years since I had to say good-bye, but not a day goes by that I don’t wish you were still here with me. Thank you for finding me and for choosing me to be your very own Human. I will never be able to put into words what you did for me and how the memories of you carry me through. I miss you, Korkabork. I always will.
A couple of times a year, I have the same nightmare. The details vary, where I am, who is with me and such – but the central theme is always the same. I NEED TO CALL MAMMA. I look for my phone, or I realize I’ve not spoken to her in a while. The worst is when I can’t remember… Read more »
In late 2001, Daddy retired, and Mamma an’ him sold their house in Floyd County, Virginia, and moved back to the desert that Mamma loved so much. She was so happy, and you couldn’t have gotten that smile off of her face if you tried. Sadly, she suffered a massive stroke on 2 February 2002 – mere weeks after closing… Read more »
They don’t see me I live in the shadow of her memory When I speak, it’s her words they hear I scream I plead; I rage against them There is nothing; it’s futile to try. I am not her living memory – I am me She was once, but now I am Not dishonoring her, I am just me Plainly… Read more »