Today is my daddy’s birthday. He would have been 100 years old today. Daddy died May 8, 1988. It was Mother’s day that year. I do not dwell on his death on Mother’s day, God has enabled me to think no more of his death on Mother’s day than I do any other day. However, I do think of him a lot on May 8 and the date he was buried, May 10.
Mother had called my brother that leaves in Raleigh and myself on Thursday evening, telling us we needed to come. My now deceased brother lived next door, so he and his wife were already there. Odd that I remember this, I had prepared spaghetti for supper. Almost as soon as my husband came in from work, I left to go ‘home’.
I cannot remember when Bill (my husband) came–his daughter’s maternal granddaddy had died on Wednesday. I think he came on Friday afternoon. Anyway Sunday morning, he tells me that he needs to go see his mom, if I need him before he gets back to call. This was probably around 9:00. I felt that Daddy’s time was almost up, so I asked him to wait a little while before he left, which he did. Daddy died between 10:30 and 10:45.
Bill was there to give me support when I really needed it. He asked me what I needed for him to bring back for me, it had been decided that I would spend the following week w/Mother. The Man is unreal!!!! I told him I would need undergarments, pants and shirts and other shoes for the entire week, plus shoes, a dress, and slip for Daddy’s funeral. He brought back to me EVERYTHING that I would need. He had made me matching outfits of the pants and shirts. He probably did a better job of putting outfits together than I would have done.
My brother called me today. He always calls me when he thinks I will be down because of what a date may represent. I knew he called to check on me as we had spoken on Saturday. Neither of us mentioned that it was Daddy’s birthday, I know it was on his mind as well as mine.
