I spoke to you that morning that God decided to call you home.
No clue that would be our last conversation because God had plans for you that no longer had to do with the physical world.
Everyone is always prepared to live life, but no one ever prepares us for death or says goodbye to those we love & love us back.
Nowhere in my wildest dreams would I ever thought that the only way I could speak to you, through pen and paper. I can no longer call you or text you doing my little checks in with you and always ask when would you be able to bring me the boys who are now man.
You would laugh tell me they’re not little boys anymore; they were busy being out and about.
My reply to you would always be there, still going to be my babies, no matter how old they became in life.
The only thing that brings a little peace to my heart is that I got the opportunity to see you twice before being called home.
I had this running joke with you I would always say to you, I know I’m never going to see you unless I was off dying somewhere, and you would always reply, don’t say that; you know I love you, and I’ll see you soon.
The thought of not seeing you or not hearing from you again never crossed my mind because I know you were doing everything you could to take care of yourself.
Most importantly, you knew you have five young men that don’t need a mother and that she will never be replaced. You also understood that you meant a lot to your family and everyone you ever came in contact with.
You were more than just family to me; you were also a good friend, and I hope you could see me as a friend.
Happy Birthday, Bighead
Love You.
P.S. It has not gotten any easier
Ms. Butterfly Genesis 🇩🇴
The Memoir Of Ms. Butterfly 