Mom, Nanny Mac, Maureen she has worn so many caps in our relationship, but as she passed I realized I’d lost my best friend. Even now as I write this my heart is so heavy but I’m thankful for every moment together. When we Ent grocery shopping I knew I’d better wear my compression socks, knee. Race and my “good shoes” because we were going to be out for awhile. She loved looking at all the new items and trying new recipes. I think when she shopped, she was back on Fisher or N Palm. I felt blessed to spend those times with her.
We decided to dig out Mammaw Christina’s gumbo recipe awhile back and surprise the family. What fun we had that day. Nan and I in the kitchen and Kathy and Pa talking in the living room. At some point, a sugar bowl lid fell and shattered on the counter next to the pot of gumbo. We looked at each other in horror and without hesitating we skimmed through all the hot gumbo and promised “what happens in the kitchen stays in the kitchen”. When all the gumbo was eaten and no one died we decided we could tell everyone.
When my mother died 10 years ago, she let my sister and I know that she was our mother now, and she was in every sense of the word. She was my friend, my inspiration and my encourager. That was one of her gifts. She encouraged all she met. Even in her passing, realizing where she is and that we will see her again, I am broken hearted but encouraged.
