"The Day the Music Died"

That is the name of a song about the day music died as the songwriter knew it. He knew it would never be the same again. Everything was changing and it wasn't near as much fun as it used to be.

At 4:00 a.m., May 4, 1993, Mama died. I watched her close her eyes and inhale for the last time. The day my mama died, was the day a part of me died. I knew that it would never be the same. Everything has changed and it isn't near as fun as it used to be.

Mom loved to laugh at a good teasing and she was teased a lot. She had a good nature about it though and knew that the teasing was because people loved her.

It seems natural to think about her in our kitchen in Port Neches wearing an apron and cooking something delicious. No one could make fried chicken or coconut cream pie like my mama could. She never worried about how much food there would be. She just hoped there would be enough for left overs.

Mom, It would sure be fun to be in Port Neches with you and Daddy, Richard and Johnny, sitting around the dinning room table playing a round of "42".

I love you, Mom. Happy Mother's Day!
Mary Lou