Patti

Momma ..she is everything to me. Our life together started on an autumn day in Denton, Texas. She said she was hypnotized when she had me. So I was delivered as a natural delivery. She said they laid me on her stomach, and I was fat and yellow with black curls. I know I must have looked at her and saw an angel. "God has placed me in the hands of an angel." Our life together started in the hospital and ended in the hospital aswell. My life with my momma, my angel, was the most wonderful life. She never had an unkind word. She had to fight several battles for me against the world. I was so scared of everything and she would let me hind behind her leg until I was too big to do that. She was my protector against the abuse I received from my dad. When I started to kindergarted in Nebraska, she was there when I got my hand hit by a ruler. She was there when I saw my first real snow. She was there waiting for me to get off the bus, saying, "Come on Patti, you can make it." She seemed so far away and she lifted and carried me in her arms. She told me once that she thought I would always be there for her and that she would always be there for me. At my wedding I thought that I would never get to see her because I moved so far away. She said she cried after I left the church. She sent me notes. Every one of them said that she missed me and she loved me. Momma is the kindest, sweetest, loveable person I will ever know. When Danielle came home from the hospital, Momma came home with us too. She said, "Patti, look. She can’t take her eyes off of you." She always loved Danielle and said that they were just alike. Danielle stayed with her each summer. I loved going to the store with Momma. We would buy all kinds of things for her and Dad to eat. She wanted to see my new house and said, "I’ll come up soon." I will not talk about the last days. I have too much pain. I will never forgive myself as a person, daughter or nurse for letting her leave. I am a christian and she is too. I carry her in my heart. I cry for her atleast once each day. I think of her several times daily. I feel like life will never be the same. Why look at clothing because I can’t buy Momma anything. Why buy groceries? Momma loved buying groceries. Why think about the future? Because Momma isn’t in my future. I know God will see me through this. I know Momma is with Jesus. I still miss her. Thank you God for my angel, Momma. Please take care of her. See you soon Momma.