My Survival Plan for the Holidays

The holiday season is here.

My Daddy died the Monday before Thanksgiving in 2008.  Every since then, the holidays have not been the same for me.  And this year since my Mama has passed away, I find that I am dreading the holidays even more.

Prior to the loss of the two most important people to ever touch my life, I loved the holiday season.  It was my favorite time of year.  I was THAT person who had all her Christmas shopping done by October.  I used to mail my Christmas cards on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving so folks would start receiving them the Friday after Thanksgiving.  When Thanksgiving dinner was over, instead of falling victim to the itis and sleeping the rest of the day on the couch, my family would put up our Christmas tree and decorations.  I used to play holiday music so much that my husband would get tired of hearing it (lol).

Those of you who have lost someone probably have an idea of what and how I feel.  The holidays are supposed to be a time you spend with the people you love the most.  But when a special and treasured loved one is no longer alive, the holidays can be a time of great sadness.

I decided that THIS year, I am really going to make a concerted effort to bring the HAPPY back to my holidays.  So, I've come up with a holiday survival plan that I hope will get me through to 2016.

"Soulful Gathering"
(a holiday painting by one of my favorite artists, John Holyfield)

For starters, I will surround myself with people who love and care about me.  I have planned visits to see my sister and her family in South Carolina, and they will be coming up to visit my family, as well.  My husband and I have invited my in-laws over for Thanksgiving dinner.  Instead of declining invitations I get from my loving and amazing friends during this time of year, I will make an effort to spend time with those who have opened their hearts and arms to me.  My antidote for sadness and grief this year will be the acceptance of love and togetherness.

I will make an effort to do those things that used to bring me happiness during the holiday season.  Since the time has gotten away from me, I doubt that I'll get the Christmas cards in the mail by Wednesday.  But this year, I'll at least send some out.  I thought about it and realized I haven't sent out Christmas cards since 2007.  Wow!  I love music, and I especially loved Christmas music.  I used to start playing Christmas music immediately following Thanksgiving dinner, and it didn't stop until after New Year's Day.  So this weekend, I found all my Christmas music CDs, blew off the dust, and have them ready to go.

I will not work myself to death this season.  One of the ways I coped with my sadness during the holidays was working all the time.  I'd work longer at the office, and then I would come home and work my side hustle baking business like crazy.  While not consciously intentional, I discovered that I worked myself so much that the holiday season would be more of a blur than a memory.  Not this year.  I will make sure I leave the office on time for the next few weeks.  I will put limits on the holiday baking for others.  I will give myself a chance to breathe and relax and take in all that's going on around me.

I will not refuse the help from the folks I know who love and care for me.   I am fiercely independent.  Couple that with being a bit of a loner, and you can imagine how difficult I find it sometimes to accept help from people.  Over the last few years, I find it a chore to put up a Christmas tree.  Most of time, it's going up just days before Christmas.  A friend of mine reached out to me the other day, and she's offered to come over Thanksgiving weekend to help me put up the tree, and I've taken her up on the offer.  That seemingly simple offer means so much to me, and I think it will be a great step to healing.  I will get to spend some time with a great friend, and my kids will enjoy having a Christmas tree up for more than just a few days.  I'm looking forward to it.

Even though they are gone, I will include my parents in my holiday celebrations.  Thanksgiving was one of my favorite days of the year growing up.  I still remember waking up on Thanksgiving mornings as a child to smell how delicious the house was as it was filled with the aroma of the meal my Mama spent hours preparing for us.  So for Thanksgiving this year, I'll attempt to work my magic in the kitchen to recreate Mama's masterful Thanksgiving feasts.  My Daddy loved lemon pound cake, so there will be some here in my house for Thanksgiving and Christmas.  My parents loved Christmas music.  The Temptations, Nat King Cole, and Lou Rawls' Christmas albums were in heavy rotation in my childhood home.  I've got those three CDs ready and have even downloaded them to my iPod.  They will be first up on the Christmas playlist this year.

And if all else fails, there will be plenty of my favorite wines on deck.  Wine just makes everything better (lol).

Operation Happy Holidays is now in full effect.  Hope it goes well.

Get It, Gabby!!

Disclaimer.  I'm a Gabourey Sidibe fan.  Every since she came on the scene years ago when the movie "Precious" was released, I have found myself admiring her.  Why, you may ask?  I love her confidence.  I love her spirit.  Despite all the negative things that have been said about her over the years because she doesn't fit a "conventional standard of beauty", she has basically handled herself with nothing but poise and grace.  She has this kind of "love me or hate me / I'm still gonna be me / so f*ck you" bad-assery about her that I just love.

... and then comes this past week's episode of "Empire".  If you didn't see it yourself, I'm sure you've heard about it.  One of the show's opening scenes showed Gabourey's character, Becky, getting her groove on with a handsome, chiseled-chest dark chocolate brother.  (Whew, chile!!  Somebody pass me a fan so I can cool off.  Lol.)

I cheered!  I posted about it on Facebook.  I thought it was great to see a big, beautiful woman on television being intimate, being sexy, and being desired.  It was a nice change of pace from what we normally see on television.

But over the next several days, I heard discussions on the radio stations I listen to and read comments on social media about that scene.  Some were positive, but most of the comments were overwhelmingly negative and mean-spirited.  Most of those comments centered around the thought that it was impossible for someone who looks like Gabourey to land a man who looks like her on-scene love interest.  While those comments bothered me, I think the thing that bothered me most is that the comments were made mostly by women of color.

Are we so out-of-touch that we can't believe big women are sexy, can be sexual, or desired?  Have we been so conditioned by a standard of beauty that never included Black women in the first place that we don't even see the beauty in other Black women ... our own sisters?  That, to me, is disappointing.

One of my favorite quotes from Gabourey is this one ... "If they hadn't told me I was ugly, I never would have searched for my beauty.  And if they hadn't tried to break me down, I wouldn't know that I was unbreakable."

Keep doing YOU, Gabourey!  I'm forever a fan.

Halloween House Rules

It's Halloween!  In a few hours, there will be ghosts, goblins, princesses, and superheroes at my door trick-or-treating.  Over the years, I've come up with a few house rules for the neighborhood folks that will be coming through today.  Thought I'd share them with you.

1.  Kids with cute or clever costumes, big smiles, puppy dog eyes, and who say "thank you" get more candy.

2.  I'm a sucker for a baby in a Halloween costume.  Cuteness overload!!!

My kids on their first Halloweens ... Randal (2004) and Sydney (2013).

3.  I give out candy from 6 to 8pm.  At 8, the porch light goes off.  Ring my doorbell after 8pm, and you'll be standing on my porch until next Halloween waiting for candy.

4.  Hands off my candy bowl!!!  Don't go trying to look in my bowl and ask for your favorites.  You get what you get.  How does that saying go?  Beggars can't be choosy.

5.  Don't scare the lady who gives you FREE candy.  I don't do surprises.  And for the parents standing around watching the scaring, don't be mad if an expletive slips.  I'm just saying ...

6.  This is Halloween.  NO SOLICITORS!!!  I've had a few people try this on Halloween over the years.  Whatever it is you're selling, I ain't buying it.  And if you don't leave my porch when asked, the next thing you will be talking to is the door that's been closed in your face.

7.  Teenagers with no costumes, who use plastic shopping bags to collect Halloween candy, and act like it pains them to muster up an audible sentence (or Heaven forbid a "thank you") get no candy and plenty of side eyes.

Happy Halloween, y'all!  Be safe out there, and have fun.

Kids' Birthday Parties ... Who Are They Really For?

When I was growing up, I was friends with a little girl named Karen Kaminski.  She was one of my first ever BFFs.  We met in kindergarten, and we remained friends all throughout grade school.  Her birthday is in July, and every summer she would invite me to her birthday party.  I remember looking forward to her parties because I always had a great time.

Karen’s parties, in hindsight, were never anything fancy or over-the-top.  The parties were always at her parents’ house.  We stayed for a few hours to play and eat, and we went home.  Yet, 30+ years later, I remember those parties as some of my most treasured childhood memories.   

I had a few birthday parties when I was growing up, too.  Again … nothing fancy about them.  I had a few friends come over.  My Mama would cook my favorite foods and make a cake.  We played outside with those crazy cone-shaped hats on our heads, and everybody went home happy.  Those were the good old days.

My 7th birthday party with my friends Karen and Lisa.  Mama and Karen's mom

are in the background (circa 1980).

... and check out the wooden spoon on the wall.  #oldschool

Boy … how things have changed.  Kids’ birthday parties today are some of the most outlandish, extravagant events I have ever attended.  I’ve taken my kids to some … and, admittedly, I’ve thrown my share of “what the hell was I thinking when I did / bought that” parties for my kids.  Every party has a theme these days.  When I was growing up, do you know what the theme was at every birthday party?  It was “birthday party”.  That’s it.  No fuss.  No frills.   

All of this leads me to question.  Nowadays, who are these parties really for … are memories being created for the parents or the KIDS?

My son is eleven now, and my husband and I have given him birthday parties every single year of his life.  And every single year, I go crazy with the theme, the decorations, the cake, the party favors, and the food.      

As I started to jot down a few notes the other day in preparation for this blog entry, I asked my son what was his first memory of a birthday party.  I was curious to know.  He remembered that his sixth birthday party was at Chuck E. Cheese.  So … I spent crazy time and money planning five other parties that he remembers nothing about?!?!?  He didn’t remember his third birthday party … complete with skating AND bowling … with the Superman theme … and the Super Brotha cake?!?!?  That was some of my best work (lol)!

Randal at 3 years old (2007)

Randal's Super Brotha birthday cake.

My cake decorating skills have vastly improved since then.

This year for my daughter’s second birthday, we used a Minnie Mouse theme for her party.  All the Minnie Mouse decorations I found in stores and online were pink, but I didn’t want pink decorations.  Lord knows in my daughter’s two years of life, she has seen and worn enough pink to last her forever.  I wanted the decorations to be red.  Because there are no red Minnie Mouse party decorations to be found anywhere, I had to resort to making some.  (Pinterest is the devil, by the way.  All the pretty pictures and ideas it shows you.  You get all caught up and carried away, and the next thing you know, you’re using a glue gun, ribbon, and construction paper, and then you realize that you have been crafting for weeks for a birthday party that lasts like 2 hours.  But I digress…)

The party was a big hit!!  The decorations were awesome.  Sydney's birthday outfit was adorable.  The cake I made was picture perfect.  We even had a Minnie Mouse-themed menu.  My mother-in-law carved a fruit display in the shape of Minnie’s head for the party.  All who attended had a great time. 

But … wasn’t the party supposed to be for my daughter?  All that time, money, and energy spent on planning her perfect party, and she didn’t care about any of it.  When she grows up, she’ll see the pictures from the party but won’t remember anything about that day.  All she wanted to do on her birthday, like every other day, was color and eat applesauce.

Every year, I say that I will take it easy with the party planning.  Yet every year, I don't.  I think as parents, we get so caught up trying to create perfect memories for our kids that we tend to go overboard trying to do so.  I know I'm guilty of that.  Perhaps I need to take a page from those old school parties I attended back in the day.  They were simple, but they still were "perfect" because I'll cherish those good times forever.

Yeah, I think I will officially retire from big birthday parties for the kids.

You know ... at least until next year.  

Love Lessons ... As Taught By Ernie and Dot

My parents were married on September 12, 1964.  Today would have been their 51st wedding anniversary.  It's a bittersweet day today.  While I am saddened that I won't be able to see, talk to, or celebrate with them, I can't help but smile because they are together again ... in Heaven.  So today, instead of focusing on my sadness since they have both passed away, I will be listening to some of their favorite singers (Sam Cooke, Lou Rawls, Marvin Gaye, and the O'Jays, to name a few), sipping on some of my Mama's favorite spirited beverage, and will do my best to reflect on the legacy of love they left for my sister and me.

I chuckle when I see this picture.

Knowing my Daddy, I can only imagine what he might have been saying to Mama.  

I know I'm biased, but my parents were truly remarkable people.  Of course, as with most children, I realize that more and more the older I get.  I've been thinking a lot lately about all the life lessons they instilled in me.  There were many, but the ones they taught and, more importantly, showed me are the lessons on love.

My parents on the night my Daddy proposed in 1963.

Of course, there was the lesson on romantic love.  My parents were my first examples of what true love really is.  Before I knew of James and Florida, Cliff and Claire, or Phil and Vivian, I had Ernie and Dot.  In my eyes, Daddy set the standard of what a loving and devoted husband looks like.  Mama was the loving, supportive, "ride or die" wife.  If ever two people were meant to be together and were made for each other, it was Mama and Daddy.

My parents on their 40th wedding anniversary in 2004.

They were also my examples of family love.  While I am quick to make the distinction between "relatives" and "family", my parents never made any such distinction.  If you were related by blood, that made you family.  Period.  I think of how my Daddy took care of one of his elderly aunts after her husband and both her children passed away.  He checked on her daily, took her to doctor appointments, made sure she ate, and took care of her home while she was living and after she transitioned.  He did it without expecting anything in return.  The way he saw it, he helped her because that's what family is supposed to do.  My mom was the second oldest of ten children, and eight of her brothers and sisters were half-siblings.  While relationships in blended families can sometimes be difficult to foster and nurture, my mom never had any issue with that.  Her siblings were her siblings, and she loved them all unconditionally.  She never missed a wedding, a graduation, or a family reunion until her health started to fail.  But here's the kicker ... even when the love my parents so freely gave wasn't returned to them from "family", that never stopped them from doing and showing their love for others.  To this day, the love they showed  to those difficult-to-love folks still amazes me.

They were also my examples of community love.  When I was growing up, there was a family who lived right up the road from us.  There were six children, and they were being raised by a single father.  The kids came to our house on a near daily basis.  They played with my sister and me.  My parents helped feed them.  My parents even started a fund to help the father send the kids to college.  The family had three daughters, and my mother helped them during those difficult teenage years.  My parents never complained.  They believed in that old saying that it takes a village to raise a child... and in this case, six children.  They willingly and freely helped that family however and whenever they could.  Mama and Daddy never gave it a second thought.  Again ... all because that is what you are supposed to do.

Whenever it was necessary, my parents believed in giving tough love.  One thing I will say about my parents ... they never sugar-coated anything.  If I was wrong, they told me, but it was never in a way that was mean or condescending.  It was in a way that made me want to do and be better.  My first lesson on money came from my Daddy.  My first job while I was in high school was working at a movie theater.  When my Daddy saw me blowing through the money I made and then asking them for some days after a payday, he sat me down and taught me how to budget and the importance of saving money.  While I wasn't too thrilled then, it is a lesson I still carry with me to this day.  (Some days I wish I had paid more attention to it.  Lol.)  Mama just had this way about her and how she spoke to me when she caught me slipping, getting lazy, or not putting forth the kind of effort she knew I was capable of.  She never yelled, she never scolded, but her voice was clear, direct, and stern.  She started off with a story and made it apply to whatever lesson she wanted to get across.  It was my clue that she was watching, that she noticed what was going on, and it was time for me to get it together.  It always worked.  

My parents loved life, and they loved living it together.  They traveled when they could.  They went out on dates.  I remember how they used to tear up a dance floor.  They opened their home to family and friends who came to visit from near and far and hosted some of THE best parties ever.  In fact, one of my cousins had her wedding reception many moons ago at my parents' house because it was the place to be (lol).  They worked hard, but they made sure to make time to have some fun.   

Happy anniversary, Mama and Daddy.  I think of you both everyday, but I will especially stroll down memory lane today.  You two are a hard act to follow.  I pray that I can be the kind of parent and example to my children that you have been to me.  I hope to make you proud.  Thank you for all those lessons.  I cherish every single one of them.

Things I Wonder About

No formal introduction on this blog.  Let's just get right to it.

1.  Why do some women shave their eyebrows off only to draw them back on?  That has baffled me since childhood.  I didn't understand it then, and I don't understand it now.  That black eyeliner brow you draw on looks like you used a Sharpie on your face.  Stop it!

2.  How does an athlete / entertainer who makes tens or hundreds of millions of dollars go broke?  How does that happen?  Does putting money aside for yourself and family make too much sense?  There's a story in the news about an NFL player, Ryan Broyles, who decided that he and his family would live off $60,000 a year while saving and investing the rest of his millions for their future.  Why is he the exception and not the rule?  I hate reading or hearing stories about people who had small fortunes only to end up broke.  That's just crazy.

3.  How can you be a part of a group of people who has been discriminated against and then discriminate against others?  Let me make it more plain.  How can some Black folks discriminate against other folks?  Let me break it down even further.  As Black people, we have and continue to be subject to racism and prejudice.  So ... how can some of us then turn around and take issue with gay / lesbian / transgender people in their fight for equal and civil rights?  The comments I read and heard from some Black folks (and people, in general, who identify themselves as "Christians") when the Supreme Court upheld gay marriage rights a few weeks ago astounded me.  In the not-so-distant past, people fought to deny Black people basic civil rights.  Shoot, some states are still trying to pass legislation to suppress the Black vote.  How do you look tripping over someone's right to love and marry whomever they choose?  And because God says it's wrong?  You sound like the plantation owner using the Bible to justify the treatment and enslavement of Black folks.  Have a seat.

4.  Why do people act the fool when folks die?  I'm not talking about grief.  I'm talking about sheer, utter, and complete ugliness.  I'm 42 and in my lifetime, I have seen and heard horror stories about messiness and bitter feuds families have when folks die.  For example, Big Mama ain't even buried yet, but folks are fighting over who gets the house or whatever else she owns.  June Bug's funeral is in a couple hours, and Aunt Polly is trying to start some ish by introducing the family to the cousins they never knew they had (ie. June Bug's kids from his "other family").  While there are some things that can be done to help curb the craziness (ie. have a will, have a burial plan, or get a life insurance policy and keep it updated after any major life changes), some folks will still bring the crazy.  It's unfortunate and so unnecessary, too.  Not only do people have to deal with the grief of losing a loved one, but they also have to deal with other people's messiness at a difficult time.

5.  Why is it that when people are messy and you call them on it, they get defensive?  Seriously.  When you are old enough to know wrong is wrong but you still do wrong, why get an attitude when you get called out ... for being WRONG?!?!  Is your messiness supposed to be acceptable?  Are folks supposed to look over you being trifling because ... well, you ARE trifling, and that's what should be expected of you?  Give me a break!  My granddaddy used to always say that a hit dog will holler.  Go to your corner and whimper by yourself.  No one's gonna feel sorry for you for your own self-imposed foolishness.

6.  Why do people get on Facebook and pretend their lives are perfect?  Some of those same people forget there are folks on Facebook who really know them (lol).  My husband refuses to get on Facebook.  Why, you ask?  His reasoning is that he regularly communicates with everyone he needs to, so there's no need to get on Facebook and be "friends" with folks he hasn't seen or spoken to in 10 or 20 years.  He also feels that most of the stuff people post to Facebook is embellished or posted to see how many "likes" are received.  He might be on to something.  Just recently, there was a post on Facebook where someone asked for prayer over the loss of her beloved sister.  I think it's important to tell you this same "beloved sister" had been ill for over five years, and the person asking for prayer had not made any efforts to see or talk to said sister in three years.  But you're on Facebook looking for sympathy?!?!?  Wow.

7.  Why do people trip when you are planning a wedding?  I went through this years ago when my husband and I were planning our wedding, and I have a dear friend going through this now.  People are quick to tell you what you should do or what they want you to do for YOUR wedding, but they haven't offered a dime to fund their requests.  Here's a newsflash.  Not your wedding.  Not about you.  Let the bride and groom do and plan as they please.

8.  Republicans ... how crazy do y'all look with Donald Trump as the leading candidate for your party's nomination for President of the United States?  No need to elaborate further on that one.

9.  Now ... this one hurts me.  Bill Cosby.  Really, dude?!?!?  I grew up watching "Fat Albert" on Saturday mornings, and I have the DVD collection of the show.  I loved watching "The Cosby Show" when it was on TV and have always watched the show in syndication.  I've shared both "Fat Albert" and "The Cosby Show" with my children.  While I didn't want to believe the allegations against Cosby at first, it's hard to deny them now.  I just don't understand.  Bill Cosby?  Rich.  Famous.  Not a bad-looking dude in his young day.  Why in the hell did he have to drug women for sex, and what kind of sick, depraved person do you have to be to do something like that?  I know I don't know Bill Cosby personally, but I feel betrayed.  Damn, Bill.  I'll never be able to watch these shows in the same way again.  Ever.

10.  Why do couples who have been together for 20 years or more separate?  Is it me, or does this seem to be happening more these days?  Does it take 20+ years to realize that your mate wasn't "the one"?  Was the couple waiting for the children to grow up or move out before they separated?  After years of unhappiness, what was that final straw that broke the camel's back?  Do you stay together that long because it's cheaper to keep her (or him)?  20 years, in my opinion, is way too much time to invest in something to let it fail.  This year will make 17 years married and 23 years total I've been with my husband.  There's only one way either of us is leaving this marriage ... somebody's gotta die.

11.  People really make a living impersonating Elvis?

12.  Black Republicans?!?!?

13.  How is it that people who go the the bathroom and leave without washing their hands are surprised when no one eats the dish they bring to the office potluck?

14.  How can you pass a person (on the sidewalk, at the office, or in a hallway), make eye contact, and not smile or say "hi"?  That irritates me because I think it's so rude.  I'm not asking you to strike up a conversation or tell me your life story ... but a "hello", a smile, or a head nod would be nice.

15.  How can any Black person of voting age not vote?  People have marched, protested, and died for your right to vote.  Even now in 2015, some state governments are trying to suppress your right to vote.  If it wasn't so incredibly important, those before us wouldn't have sacrificed themselves for you and people wouldn't be fighting so hard to keep you from doing it.  So get off your butts, register,  and go to the polls.

The things that run through my mind ...

Losing Mama

My mother passed away a few days ago.  I cry even as I type that.  It still doesn't even seem real yet.

My mother had Alzheimer's disease.  When she first got her diagnosis a few years ago, I read any and everything I could get my hands on about the disease.  The one thing I read that stuck with me was this ... when a loved one gets an Alzheimer's diagnosis, the time that's left becomes what many consider to be a long good-bye.

That ain't nothing but the truth.

It was extremely difficult to watch what Alzheimer's can do to someone I love more than life itself.  Even though I knew the day would eventually come when I would have to say good bye, I could never fully prepare myself for that moment.  How could I?  How could I possibly prepare myself to say goodbye to Mama?

Between all the crying spells, the feelings of numbness and disbelief, the countless visits and phone calls my sister and I received from friends and family, the smiles and laughs I had when strolling down memory lane, and eating all that dang chicken folks brought over to my Mama's house, my mind and my heart raced as I found myself having so many thoughts and feelings.

For starters, I'm angry.  I hate Alzheimer's, and I hate what it did to my Mama.  She was loving, smart, spirited, spunky, independent, and kind.  The disease took all that away from her.  I'm angry because she didn't deserve that.  I'm angry because I feel robbed.  Not only did the disease take her away from me, my sister, and our families, but it did so slowly and painfully.  Why MY Mama?  It's just not fair.

Mama schooling her grandkids on the basketball court.

I am saddened that my daughter won't get to know and have a relationship with Mama.  One thing about my Mama.  She loved and spoiled her grandchildren ... ROTTEN.  My niece, nephew, and son are old enough to have been able to enjoy Mama at her prime and have memories of her that I'm sure they will always cherish.  Mama was already suffering from Alzheimer's when my daughter Sydney was born.  While Mama was able to hold Sydney and love up on her for just a short time, I am sad that Sydney won't have any real memories of spending time with Mama.  And oh how Mama would have spoiled her!  All the dresses, clothes, and toys she would have bought.  She would have made sure to have the pantries and refrigerator stocked with Sydney's favorite snacks and cooked all her favorite meals just like she did for her other grandbabies.  She would have showered Sydney with all the hugs and kisses she could stand.  Sydney will miss out on knowing and loving a great person.

Mama and Sydney (July 2013)

And speaking of Sydney, my Mama is gonna miss out being able to laugh at me for all the hard times that may be coming with such a strong-willed little girl.  Now my story is that I was the perfect angel growing up, but my Mama may have told you differently.  I was stubborn.  I liked what I liked and I wasn't shy about expressing what I didn't like.  Because of that, my Mama and I had some clashes when I was growing up, and some of them were epic.  She always said she couldn't wait to see the day I had a daughter that was just like me.  Heaven help me because that day has come.  Sydney is stubborn.  Sydney quickly lets me know what she likes and doesn't like.  Even at the age of 2, we have already had our clashes.  She may look like my husband, but she is definitely my mini me.  My aunt Janice, my Mama's sister, pulled me aside after Mama passed away to tell me she knows my Mama will enjoy watching the show that will be Sydney and me from Heaven.  I have to chuckle to myself because I know she will.

My Mama was an excellent cook.  The holidays will not be the same without her.  One of my absolute favorite childhood memories is waking up on Thanksgiving mornings and smelling the kitchen coming alive with the feasts she stayed up all night preparing for us.  Mama had the house smelling like love.  After I got married, I wasn't able to go home every Thanksgiving.  So, I did everything in my power to recreate the feasts Mama would make in my own kitchen.  Although they were good, they still didn't hold a candle to Mama's.  At Christmas time, Mama and I would bake cookies for Santa.  Even when I was old enough to know the truth about Santa, we still baked together.  Those were great times.

After Mama passed away, I found myself looking through the thousands of photos my parents took and collected over the years.  Even though I always knew my mother was beautiful, some of the photos my sister and I found of her ... WOWZERS!!!!  Mama was a knockout.  My Daddy used to tell my sister and I of the story of the night he met Mama.  She had a smile he couldn't get enough of, her skin was flawless, and she had a bangin' Coke bottle figure.  (Ok, that part was TMI, but you get the picture.)  Mama had an outward beauty that was only surpassed by her inner beauty.

Mama (early 1960s)

Mama and my sister Lisa (1969)

I wish I could have one last conversation with Mama.  What I wouldn't give to hear her voice and get a hug from her one more time.  I would ask her to give me every single piece of advice she had for me, and I would listen intently to make sure I didn't miss anything.  And ... I have so many questions for her.  How did you stay happily married for over 40 years, raise two daughters, work outside the home, keep the house immaculately clean, cook great meals every night, and stay active at church and in the community and make it look so easy?  Where did you hide your Super Woman cape?!?!?  I know doing all that had to be stressful, so how did you cope?  I need to know because there are days I struggle with everything I have on my plate.  How were you able to so easily love and forgive people ... especially when they are less than lovable and thought nothing of mistreating you?  I will be the first to admit that forgiveness is not a strength of mine, and I have given several mental funerals for folks over the years.  What an example you set, Mama.  I'm 42, and I still want to be like you when I grow up.

My favorite picture of Mama and me

The other day, I was in a store, and I heard a teenager talking very disrespectfully to his mother.  It took everything in me not to haul off and smack the shit out of that kid.  (Please excuse the language, but sometimes you just have to say how you feel.)  I literally felt my body getting so hot that I put the items I intended to buy down and left the store.  I was jealous.  This kid had his mother there with him.  She was alive, well, and breathing.  How dare he talk to her like that?  Doesn't he realize how blessed he is to still have her?  And if I talked to my Mama the way he talked to his?!?!?  Please.  My Mama wasn't having any of that.  Sure, I had my disagreements with Mama when I was growing up, but I knew how far I could push things.  I wasn't crazy (lol).

The awesome foursome that was us is now down to the dynamic duo.  Now Daddy and Mama are both gone.

Daddy, Mama, Lisa, and me (2004)

While losing Daddy a few years ago was really hard on us, losing Mama is just different.  Daddy indeed loved his daughters.  He was our provider and protector.  He was our first love and our first example of what a good man looks like.  But Mama.  There is nothing like the love you get from Mama.  Period.  Losing Mama is a heartbreak like none I've ever felt before.  I know it's only been a few days, but I wonder ... how do you heal from this?

Through all the tears I've shed over these last few days, there are two things I can say I'm happy about.  Mama and Daddy are together again.  Daddy passed away almost 7 years ago, and Mama never recovered from that.  I'm no medical doctor or researcher, but I think her grief over losing Daddy led to her rapid decline with Alzheimer's.  This year, they get to spend their wedding anniversary together.

My parents on their wedding day in September 1964

I'm grateful for a supportive husband, family, and friends ... but thank God for my sister, Lisa.  I can't imagine going through this without her.

Lisa and me ... the dynamic duo (May 2015)

A co-worker shared a poem with me after Mama passed away.  Because I couldn't, my sister read it at Mama's funeral.  It was beautiful and so rightly fit with how I was feeling.

God saw you getting tired

and a cure was not to be.

So He put His arms around you and whispered,

"Come to Me."

With tearful eyes we watched you

and saw you pass away.

Although we love you dearly,

we could not make you stay.

A Golden heart stopped beating.

Hard-working hands at rest.

God broke our hearts to prove to us

He only takes the best.

I miss you, Mama.  Terribly.