My numbers and abc's, you taught me before I was old enough to start school. I was walking at 7 months because you showed me that I could do anything, regardless of age. I can tie my shoes all by myself. All these little things I will never take for granted. You were a young mother, so maybe I missed out on some things, but I never knew it. You were a young mother, so maybe you missed out on somethings, but you never showed it. You were a proud mother of two.....and then three. You were Mama June to kids who didn't have mamas. You showed those kids what family meant so they wouldn't grow up with a skewed view. You gave love, not only to us and dad, but to every stray animal and every stray person that crossed your path. You showed us love. You taught us how to love. Even with your death, as we cleaned out the house, in your handwriting you wrote, "John 15:17" everywhere. We all had to look it up. I think you knew we would. It was God's commandment to love one another. It was your commandment for us to follow the words of God. Tommy and I got into a fight while we were packing up your things.....you know the fight. The same argument that you had with him, the same pointless yelling. Later that night, as I was staring at that sheep shaped chalk board in the kitchen with that verse on it, I realized that I was doing what you and God had asked me not to do. I went to Tommy's room and apologized. I felt like you knew that would happen. Love like yours doesn't happen anymore. Love like yours, like God's.......is hard. Loving the ones you want to strangle, the ones who have done you wrong. You had all of the love of the universe. Thank you for leaving me with some of that love. I can only pray that it will grow into the kind of love that you and God can smile and high five over.
I love you yots and yots and a ho ho bunch.
and I miss you even more than that.
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| Mama with my sweet baby sister. Mama's little Pookie Marie. |
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| Me and my young mother, June. |
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