Mom, you’ve surely messed me up with this one… I was blessed to meet you just one year ago this month, and who knew you would take your rest so soon? I hate goodbyes.
I just want to rewind time to us conversing about good old Jamaican dishes and you making me a wonderful dinner the day you met me. Take me back to Waffle House, where we all sat together with Reggie and Rylee, laughed, and ate as you traveled with Angie and me to our clinical orientation in Kentucky.
I had so much stress in that season, not sure if you could tell or not, but you took me in as a daughter, and you made me feel welcome from the time I arrived for that trip until the time I went back home. Man, was I blessed with some amazing meals that only your hands could make! I felt like I was back home in the islands for a bit, just being spoiled with good old Jamaican cooking.
Boy, did we laugh during that whole trip and afterward. When we exchanged numbers, I knew the relationship was about to become stronger. Through each other’s trials and successes, we were there. I am so glad I held onto our conversations. In my heart, your kindness will always remain.
Nothing makes me laugh out loud more than you messing with my eyelashes at graduation. I believe it was something to the effect of, “Michelle, now why the hell did you choose those darn eyelashes?” lolol. Now I can’t buy a pair without thinking of you.
Love you always. Sleep in perfect peace. 🕊️