How She Gave Me Love......

"I can't forget how she gave me love..............."

I was listening to this song while cleaning today. I'm beginning to think that there are no songs that won't make me think about her. Sometimes it's a good thing. Like when I hear "Gold Digger" and think about her singing the verse or when I hear "Hot in Here" and picture her moving to the beat. It cracked me up that she loved those two songs.

I guess I'm getting better. Just a few tears everyday not as many as before. Just a few times when I think to myself, "Wait 'til I tell Mama......" Just every now and then do I look at my passenger seat and get sad because my co-pilot is not there putting her head in the way to look to the right with me. :)

In the days leading up to my birthday, I've thought about the birthdays we spent together. I really think my favorite birthday spent with Mama was strictly just me and her...........

When my Mama and I moved to Gary, we didn't have a lot. When I think about it, my Mama was in her late 30's and was starting her life over with her little girl. So, she wouldn't have had a lot. I couldn't tell then. She always made sure I had what I needed/wanted. Sometimes thinking back and knowing what I do for my children, I'm sure there were times when she did without to make sure I had. I learned later on in life that my Daddy didn't help as often as he should, but she forgave him, so I did too.

On my 14th birthday in 1982 I remember it was a very snowy day. When I finally made it from the bus stop to our apartment, she was home. She usually was still at work when I got home, so I was glad to see her. She gave me my Happy Birthday hug and a card with money in it (that always worked with me). Then she asked what did I want for dinner. I picked that up from her. Whatever meal my children want for their birthday is theirs. Whether I have to cook it (which I don't like to do) or we're going to a restaurant or a drive thru......I told her I wanted Pizza because I knew we could get that delivered and I didn't want her to have to cook.

Well, a big hole was shot in my plan when we called the Pizza place and because of the weather they weren't delivering. So we decided to go to a little diner that was not to far from our apartment and eat in.......

As we walked down the street we talked and laughed.....even through the snow. Then she thought about something I wanted that I didn't even remember I wanted.....Strawberry Nehi.....

When I find something I like, I stick with it. Strawberry Nehi was so good to me with crushed ice in it. Funny thing is, now I can't stand crushed ice in my drinks.....But at 14, Strawberry Nehi was my drink (Now, it's DEFINITELY Pepsi)......As we were walking and passed a block away from the convenience store she said, "Oh shoot, we have to stop there on the way back and get your soda. We don't have anymore in the house." I LOVED the way she knew me. I LOVED THE WAY SHE LOVED ME.....

Let me rephrase that........I LOVE the way she KNOWS me. I LOVE the way she LOVES me....no past tense. :)

I thank and appreciate all who will read. Peace.