Monday, September 6, 2010

Remembering Patsy

She was the woman who brought me into this world.

And, by God, she could take me out of it.

She was a simple woman.

She was a complicated woman.

She laughed often.

She grumbled a little...some days a lot.

She was the woman in the stands at my softball games who, when the ump made a bad call, would stand up and yell, "nuts and bolts, we get screwed." Aw, thanks, Mom.

She was filled with sage advice. "Whatever you do, don't ever get married. Live with someone if you want, but don't get married." Or, "If you don't like someone, call them a sow. A sow is a lot worse than a bitch."

She was the woman who would sit in the yard in her bra and shorts folding clothes. Which wouldn't be a horrible thing since it was the back yard. Except we lived on a corner lot.

She was a woman who would give the shirt off her back to help a friend. (Maybe that's why she sat outside in her bra?)

She was my mom and she is missed.

Patsy Ann Hickerson Riggs
August 20, 1930 - September 6, 2005