
The picture is from my Mamas saved pictures
Hey Y’all!
I am enjoying my homemade cafe coffee mocha. My Mama and I have enjoyed these during tough times, special times, or as a reward. I am going through a bitter-sweet time and still waiting for some of the shock to dissipate. My mama went to be with Jesus Saturday (Yesterday Morning).
This is another part of my journey. I owe so much to my little sister for being there for the hardest parts. I am so grateful for her, my mama’s friends, and other family for being there. I am also grateful to another sister who lived with her and helped her with chores and whatnot. My Mama raved that she was a huge help.
My Mama has been my prayer partner for the last six to eight months.
I was keeping it a secret. I enjoyed that bond we shared. We both wanted a relationship centered on Christ. It meant so much more when we shared and held each other accountable. When the conversation started to go downhill, we stopped and turned to prayer.
We shared songs to get through some tough times. I remember one time saying, “Mama, people make it hard for me not to use four-letter words.”
I remember her summary confessing and asking for forgiveness, asking for help not to use them, and you move on, Michael. She would also remind me that we all fall short.
In and out of prayer, we laughed, we cried, and we shared deep emotions. We lived through our phone lines.
Now, I share all this because this was after I made some changes. Then Jesus made changes. We had our years of rough waters. Thankfully, we put those behind us.
I do not mean to imply I am the only one who lost her. There are a host of others grieving for my mama.
It was so much easier to ask God for her healing. My mama always added for Michael too and went into every part of me that needed healing. I texted prayers for her. She would text prayers for me. I want to make sure I am only telling you my story with her. Her stories are not mine to share.
She made great strides in physical therapy. She was willing to do what it took to heal, but in the end, her body betrayed her. When mama was first admitted, I had to come to terms with the fact that we were only getting to text vs talking on the phone.
I would still take a chance and try to call once in a while.
Eventually, I would get a text from one of her best friends, whom I immediately called.
The same day, I got a text from my brother, which is what happened. I still believed she would come out of the adverse effects. I was praying. I had a friend make the hour-and-twenty-minute trip to take me to her. I spent roughly five hours with her.
I did not want to leave her that night. I had to leave to take care of myself.
In the end, death on this side was the kind, humane thing that could happen for her. I had to start accepting that the evening I visited her.
The fun fact in all of this is… I first met my mama as a lunchroom lady. That is right. She and my dad took me in as a teenager and adopted me. She was the brightest light in my world.
I am forever grateful to them both.
Thank you for reading.
This has been a special blog post entry by Boxcar Mike, over and out!
God Bless Y’all, Everybody!







