The last few years of her life, Mama said, “This family’s really going to miss me when I’m gone.
None of ‘uns have any ‘idee’ how much I do.”
When her refrain did not receive the appropriate sympathy, she forged on. “I mean it.”
She’d pointed her crooked forefinger. “One or the other of you’s always wantin’ somethin’. When the Lord calls me home for the good rest I’ve earned, it’s gonna be a shock. I…
