It was a hard time when Mama died as is expected. We were losing our best friend. The lady who gave birth to us and raised us up. Fed us from her own body, kept us clean and warm.
When Norman and I went to clean out Mamas apartment we found so many things to keep in memory of her. One was a casset tape that Mama had recorded. She sang to us, played her harmonica, (she called it a french harp) read things, and just talked. We never knew this existed. We found poems she had written, little journal like books she had recorded things in, and in general just a treasure trove of things that came from my Mamas heart.
I think the most precious thing was a letter she had written to god shown below. As you can see by the date she wrote this in 1952. I was eight and Norman had just turned four. Another thing we had never seen before.
All these things are very precious to us now. On the cassett we have her voice and playing and singing. On the letter to God we have her words in her own handwriting. WOW!!!!
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