My mother would always tell me that I was her rock. She said even when I was a little girl I was her rock. But really my mother and my Mamaw were my rocks. And they made sure me and my sisters went to church where each of us came to know the true Rock, Jesus Christ. Thank you mother and Mamaw. I know you are in Heaven and I will see you again. But I miss you here, holding me, and saying “I love you, darlin’.”
