(((((((((( Dear Hearts ))))))))))))

Thank you so much for understanding. I only knew Momma four years but she taught me a life time of things. Some really good things are happening and Momma would be so glad. Some really bad things are happening and Momma would say, "Child, ask Jesus to help you. He will."

I miss her knock on Sunday morning saying, "Honey fix my zipper for me. Do I look good enough in this to go to church?" She was so beautiful.

My friend Tammy says she knows where the cemetary is where Momma is buried. She said she will help me find Momma's grave. I know she's not there, but I want to take her flowers.

Oh, I miss her, I miss her. How does one heart hold so much love and yet so much sorrow?