Her name was Mattie, she was my very best friend on earth,
she was also my sister................
The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;he leadeth me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil:for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.
| Here I am 5 years old and Mattie is 18, at this time
she seemed like a second mother to me. This is my most favorite photo of all.
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now I am 12 and she is 25, about this time I
realized she was my 'big' sister instead of an extra mama.
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| When I was about 16 years old, the relationship
changed again from sister to friend. By the time I was 21 we were best friends. It seemed that the older we got, the closer friends we become. The last several years we were like each others shadow. shareing in good times and in bad times. |
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On vacation with when her kids was small. She loved all children and all children loved her.
| you might say we were 'showing our fannies' as friends sometimes do.
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Oh yes, you could find her in an apron, in the kitchen, she was a very
good cook.
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One of her favorite sayings to children was "Where's my smiles
and kisses?" She gave lots of smiles.
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This is the last picture she had taken with her son, her daughter (Sneezy) and three
grandchildren..this was about 5 months before she left us.
So many times when someone we know dies, we are left with the thoughts of, "if I had only said this or told them that" but by then it is too late. I am so very happy to say that I told my sister often how much she meant to me..I told her often how I could go and buy the nicest outfit and still look like I just came from the cotton field and she could put on one homemade from cotton cloth and look as fresh as a daisy at the end of the day. I am so happy that I have this memory..the very last words we spoke to seach other was this.."I Love You" But even had the words not been spoken, I would still be able to live with the knowledge that I knew she loved me and she knew that I loved her.
I WILL ALWAYS MISS HER BUT I WEEP FOR ME , NOT FOR HER.
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