There has been this pain and emptiness since you left me today last year.

Around 11p, if I couldn’t sleep, I would call you and you would be up watching “CNN” or our “Goldren Girls”. We even dubbed your name “DeLores” as THEE Golden Girl”.

You were my everything. My mom, my dad, my confidant. When I was in pain due to this ratchet disease, I would hightail it home to Bay County to come see you. You didn’t know what MS was, but you still showed me ultimate compassion, which I miss today. You would say “Baby, it will be okay. You are a soldier.”

I would lean in and cry, because I knew you knew pain, despair, and hopelessness too.

I miss you something serious, mommie.

I got “22” inked on me in your favorite color—purple 😍. I was reading “22” means positive change is happening in my life. The number is seen as good luck and is a message from my angel—you, that you are helping me manifest my dreams into reality ✨. I hope so.

I miss your laugh, I miss your gawdiness 😅. Your infatuation with 14k and some has manifested itself on to me and there is NO letting up 🤣.

I’m not there yet, but I think you would be proud of the woman I am becoming. It has been a long, hard road since you left me, but I am a fighter and I will not let you down. You were my lifeline.

I was going to try to coast by today, but my depression hit me and I had to acknowledge you are why I am here. You are not with me physically, but spiritually I hear you calling my name in your COUNTRY Alabama twang.

We will see each other again. I promise you that. I’m getting one last ink for you 😏. You know my slogan “when in pain, get ink’d and or pierced”.

I love you, DeLores.