September 14. Mama Arlene day. Every year I come sit with her and every year I got something to tell her, so here go this year’s.
Went out there in the blue. Locs down, no makeup, cause she would have said girl why you dressed up for me. Put my hands on the stone and stood there a while. The flowers from last time still holding on. Somebody else been by too, there was a new bunch on the right I did not bring. Thats her. People still coming.
Her stone say it better than I can. Loving wife, mother, friend, nanny and sister. Every one of them words got a room full of people behind it who would tell you a different story about her and every story would end the same way, with her laughing at something and telling you to eat.
And the cardinal on the stone. If you know, you know. She did not miss a game and she did not let you miss one either.
Six years now. It dont get easier, it just get familiar. You learn where the ache live and you leave it room.
So here is what I told her this time. The kids getting big. The lil one got her nerve. I am still doing the most and still not sorry about it, and she would not want me to be. And I miss her. I told her that last. I always tell her that last.
Miss you beautiful. Happy birthday Mama Arlene. We love you.
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