[at-l] I hate November

[GoVolsKelly at aol.com (GoVolsKelly@aol.com)]

November of last year, I found out my Daddy had lung cancer.  As ya'll know 
(or at least I told ya'll) he died less than two months after that.  I just 
found out that his momma, and my last living grandparent (Maa-Maw) died.  She was 
100.  She was never well enough for us to even tell her that daddy died.  I 
take comfort in the fact that she arrived in heaven and was greeted by my dad, 
and she said, "Jay-Yum!  Wha-uht in-yun thay hay-yull ore yew doin' hair?"  
And Daddy saying, "Way-yul, Maw, I reckon thay din' wanna tay-yull yew becuz 
yew's see-uck."  

She baby sat me and her nephew, Chippy. (I know, we got weird nicknames in 
the south) and Chippy called her Aunt Mae.  Well, I be durned if I was gonna 
call her "Maa-Maw." Noooooo.  I called her Aunt Mae, too.  Out of the 100 or so 
grandkids she had, she knew me, because I's the only one that called her "Aunt 
Mae."  She's gone now.  I'm very, very sad.

I'm an official member of not only the Little Girls Without Their Daddy's 
club, but now I'm a member of Little Girls Without Grandparents club.  I'm 
thinking I don't like these clubs too much.

God, I hate November.

BrokenHeartGoVols