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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4407 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Always Elaine christy cunningham (for my aunt) They always said my face was her mirror and I would smile because she was beauty and love and the high note of laughter. Her name is a song, a golden bell worn by my daughter who will never know her. I remember those long girly nails. She'd stroke the bottoms of my bare feet until I squealed and turned as red as a Coke can, begging her to stop but wanting her to do it again. She was magical that way. I remember affection and a perfect figure weren't enough to keep a husband at home. He was lying, screaming, hurting, cheating, killing her a little each day. Even after he was gone. I remember tenderness and generosity weren't enough to make her children love her and i hated them for their wickedness the way they hate themselves now that she is gone. Five times it took to get it right, to put her in the cold ground forever. Each failed attempt brought my little feet to that hospital where the smell of alcohol and disinfectant scarred my sleep with nightmares. And there she was, always with a smile and a tickle just for me. I never knew she was already dead. |
