Sat up tonight and found a bunch of new songs that remind me of my childhood and my mother. All the different tastes and sounds I got from her.
I miss you Momma. I know make mistakes every now and then but I hope I make you proud. I hope I do the things you taught me: the things a man is supposed to do for his family. I hope I give at least half the love you gave me.
Every time I hear Purple Rain or Comfortably Numb, I know you’re watching.
All your grand babies are growing up. You have the new one we introduced you too before we left Tennessee. You seemed happy with her and my new wife. I don’t know how any of this stuff works in the world but when I cant be there for them, please step in and take care of them like you did me.
Now cut that out...you are going to be here a long long time.
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