Moma, I am sitting here looking at you're picture and my heart is breaking into a million pieces. I can't remember how many times you have asked me to look at this website and read to you the names of who were going to be buried, just in case you knew them. I know with your eyesight it was hard for you to read the paper, so you would have me to read the obits to you. I am trying to stay calm as you ask me, but it is so hard. I will miss all of our trips to the doctors, grocery store, lunches, and just driving through the old neighborhood one more time. The last few years we have got to spend so much more time together since I wasn't working anymore. I will always treasure those times. How I would always take you to see Betty at the cemetery, and always all around to see all of your old friends, that had gone on before you. How we would just sit out there and talk about our girls that we both had lost. I know you loved me and you knew I loved you, I'm going to miss you saying "call me when you get home to let me know you made it alright." Our nightly phone calls, and the morning ones. But most of all I going to miss my friend, the woman who always said we both almost died during my birth and I'm going to miss you always telling me every night after our phone call, Moma loves you. I LOVE YOU MOMA!