| Dear Mom and Dad, |
| Not a day goes by that I don't think about both of you, all the memories of our life we shared while you were both here, flood my mind daily. Today I think I have grown in wisdom, learning many lessons to the memories and teachings that I learned from you. I realize that I can understand better now, what you were both trying to do and say. Mom, you used to say "Someday you will understand when you get older", as usual you were right. I feel so blessed to have had parents like you. I know that there were times I used to think you didn't know what we were talking about. But now I know your strong faith, love and wisdom, should not have been in question. For now I can plainly see the picure you were painting. I Thank You, Mom and Dad, for all you ever gave me. I thank you for all your love, and for the many things in life that you struggled to provide for me. Dad I know all those voice lessons at McPhail and my private teachers were so costly for you that you had to struggle just to get by. I know you had big dreams of me becoming that star in Nashville, and not wasting my talent. But I didn't have that dream Dad, and I don't feel I have wasted it, because I sing just for you everyday. I am thankful for the gift God gave me to be able to sing to you. Dad, I know why we worked so hard on that trap line, and prepared those traps and pelts to take to the furrier. You were not only showing me how to run a trapline, but you were also showing me how to feed and pick up extra money just to get by. Same with teaching me to hunt Dad, I learned many survival skills that most women can't even comprehend. The best part of all Dad, was just being with you in the woods, surrounded by all the great spirits' beauty, and being so close to Mother Earth. And all that shes' provided to sustain survival. Dad, I thank you, and Mother Earth for these gifts. Mom, I have not forgotten you, you are truly a remarkable woman. Most kids, have mothers who were just housewives and moms at home. I was so lucky for my mom did it all. As a cook they come no better, being born in the south (Arkansas) the women are just better at cooking, I don't know why. Not only could you cook, but the best, were the times we went hunting and fishing, and you would prepare the meal with what we caught that day, whether it was wild meat or fish. You built the fire, took out that old, old, cast iron pot, and prepared an evening feast with all the trimmings. All at the same time you were cooking, you gathered the choke cherries to bring home to make the best jellies in the world to put on the home made bread you would bake. Even better, prior to the meal. We could find you hunting right alongside dad, bagging your deer or game, to help us sustain the winter. When you were in the woods with Dad, I used to sit and watch you and Dad look ever so happy, as you took in all the beauty of the earth. During the week when I got home from school, you were always there. At times when I grew older, I missed out on the things that the other kids had. I know now how lucky I was, for I had the gift of a Mom and Dad to teach me, care for me and love me. You prepared for me a foundation on which to build, so I could do the same for my own family. So that I could teach my own children, the same lessons in life, the same values, all the while respecting and loving everything. I learned to teach them the importance in love and faith. What one needs in life so that they can have balance in their circle of life, for these are the greatest gifts of all. Mom, Dad, I love you both so much, even though you have gone on to your eternal peace, I know you are still by me everyday helping me make the right decisions and choices, to help me complete my circle of life. I love you Both, Your Daughter |
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| Would there be...... Light without darkness? Truth without lie? Sound without silence? A tear without a sigh? Would there be...... Joy without sorrow? Today wihtout tommorrow? Life withour pain, or sunshine without rain? Would there be..... Man without woman? Song without poem? Life without death? Dreams without desires? Land without Ocean? Air without breath? Art withour emptiness? Would there be..... Music without tune? Sun without moon? Good without bad? Happy wihtout sad? Or would there be me, without you |
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| I do not know who wrote these words found in moms estate, if anyone knows please let me know so I can give credit to owner or I can remove it. |