A Force to be Reckoned With
Its been 4 years since Momma Jo died. I really miss her. She had been in my life and a huge part of my life, moreso than my mother was. Jo was the one who came to the new house, and helped celebrate Brian and I having our first house. She enjoyed coming down from Buffalo, to hang out with us, or to take part in a volunteer event at the Moose Lodge. Regardless, we always had a pattern. Mom would purposely arrive before evening rush hour. We had planned to be able to hit the moose after her arrival. We had to quench our lips with a cold beverage. Some times it was vodka, with Orange Juice or bloody mary mix. We could drink all day long and have a blast. It was nice having her here, on my side. After Brian died, I saw a new Jo. It was haunting, like part of her soul died with Brian. I saw her slowly die. She gave up, much earlier than when she had the stroke. I know she tried to stay busy, tried to get...