Eight years ago…

…my mother passed away.

She died at home. The last few days she was happy to be reunited with her sisters. I had retired and moved into the house and she thanked me for coming home to her.
She always did her best to raise me up right. Even when I proved to be a disappointment she loved me anyway.
She was a fantastic grandma to my kids as well. In fact, she was instrumental in helping me raise them after my divorce.
And she loved my father through over 60 years of marriage!

Miss you mama!

Coincidentally, me and the brothers just accepted a buyer’s offer on the parent’s house today. And I guess that just leaves the memories now.


Mother don’t worry, I killed the last snake that lived in the creek bed 
Mother don’t worry, I’ve got some money I saved for the weekend 
Mother remember being so stern with that girl who was with me? 
Mother remember the blink of an eye when I breathed through your body?

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten 
Sons are like birds, flying upward over the mountain

Mother I made it up from the bruise on the floor of this prison 
Mother I lost it, all of the fear of the Lord I was given 
Mother forget me now that the creek drank the cradle you sang to 
Mother forgive me, I sold your car for the shoes that I gave you

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten 
Sons could be birds, taken broken up to the mountain

Mother don’t worry, I’ve got a coat and some friends on the corner 
Mother don’t worry, she’s got a garden we’re planting together 
Mother remember the night that the dog got her pups in the pantry? 
Blood on the floor, fleas on their paws,
And you cried ’til the morning

So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten 
Sons are like birds, flying always over the mountain

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