Sooner or Later We All Quote Our Mothers

Yesterday marked four years since my dear mother died.  It seems like 40 years sometimes and then it seems like only yesterday.  I hear her voice in my head every day.  I hear her words coming out of my mouth every day.  Yesterday I told one of my co-workers, "I am going to knock you naked and hide your clothes".

That is a Nitsy-ism.  I told my sister "Little kids, little problems, Big Kids, Big Problems".  I can hear Mom saying this a thousand times.  When I shuffle cards and I do it too long, I can hear her say "Are you going to shuffle the tits off the Queen?" (all right, every thing wasn't g-rated).

What I remember most about my mom was that she knew what she knew and everyone around her knew it too.  She was a bad sport when she lost.  She was racist (raised that way in South Louisiana).  But boy, was she fun.  She loved to have a good time.  I still remember her going out with my dad and when I went to kiss her in the morning, she had her red lipstick on.  I love that memory. She was awesome at golf.  I loved her red beans, fried shrimp and spaghetti.  I loved our card games and bets each week on the pro games.

I just loved my mother.