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MISSING MAMA

I always knew I had a good woman for a Mama. Mama wasn’t known for her words, although she spoke plenty of good ones!! Her favorite way, in my opinion, to show her love for my sister, Lavern, and me was in her consistent, quiet steadfast support, many times not saying a word but just being there as if to say, “nothing can make me not believe in you and love you”. I’ve learned a lot from Mama….and the more days that pass since she went to Heaven just confirm that she was one of the wisest women who ever lived. Every morning in my devotions’ time as I’m journalizing I most always write out my thanks to God for my Mama….and the legacy she left behind. Mama went to Heaven on Mother’s Day, 2005. I only hope and pray that the rest of my life here on earth reflects just a smidgen of her grace and dignity…and consistent love. I sure do miss you, Mama!!! Ann D

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  1. Beautiful tribute to you Mama Ann!! I enjoy reading your blog. I am attempting to do one as well. Put journal entries in it from my years in ministry and being a Preacher's Kid...haha
    Keep up the good work sistah!

    Lots of love,
    Rhonda

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  2. Ann, How precious and how inspirational for all of us mamas out here. Thank you!

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