Just an empty lot with a lot of memories. Ghosts of my past, my father's past, and her past wandering around looking for that sweet little pink house. Sad......but I am happy the house was not torn down, and that now another family will have sweet memories in that precious little mill house.

Mill Village House Refuses to Leave Alabama City

House movers broke an axle moving the house to Walnut Park. I like to think Moma's little house just refused to move! Thanks for the idea from my cousin, Nancy!

Just a memorial....she's not there!

The flowers were beautiful!

Benny Campbell did outstanding on the casket blanket ( totally expected)

The sun was so hot that day that the flowers wouldn't last long.
So Sherry and I went over and gathered us a few.

Afterwards.....

We ate her "Peggy Logan" cake without her. She got a better offer.

I kept this up for quite awhile. I just couldn't erase it.

July 12, 2012

The day before her birthday

Her new pajamas from Connie

She told Connie she was going to be 100

Heaven is a little bit sweeter!

Little did I know when I was writing Moma's birthday post that she was already celebrating her birthday with Jesus. She died in her sleep, but took her next breath in Heaven. I am sure she was greeted by family and friends, but I KNOW that Jesus took her hand as soon as she got there.
I am not sure how I will handle this blog. I will probably do some final postings, but just wanted to give you a heads up dear readers. Your comments have kept me going, and writing this blog was the most therapeutic thing I could have done.
Thank you for reading and for your kind comments.

99 years of Moma

Happy Birthday to the best friend I have ever had. You were there when I needed you. You were there when I wanted you. You were there for birthdays, Christmas, Easter, and all the important times in my life. You taught me how to shoot a basketball and marbles. You jumped rope with me. We played Old Maids, even though Papa hated you "playing cards" with me. You instilled a love for animals, chocolate, having fun and laughing until my sides hurt. We played Doodlebug on your front porch too many times to count. You taught me to pray, read my Bible and hide the Word in my heart. You took me to the Falls, piano lessons, visiting the sick with you, and to your church Christmas play. We made fudge together every Christmas, and then you made it with my kids.(I am so happy you were "still" Moma for my kids) Remember how we used to bounce a tennis ball against your house until Papa would turn red and make us stop? Thank you for ALWAYS being there for me! Happy Birthday Moma!