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Preface
This is the story I often thought of writing. I always believed we had something very special, but only those who knew us well will fully understand. I know most daughter-mother relationships should be considered special, but ours was somewhat different. We were all we had for life, and our life was a perfect tale from heaven. God smiled on our meeting, and we realized it early. We were joined, not only by blood, heritage, and love, but much more than that. My mom and I met by grace.

God blessed me to have Mommie, and that became most apparent in her departure of this world. I say this because even the ending of our meeting had God’s stamped approval. He had aligned our position to a point that there really was nothing much left to say. He had, in our lifetime, blessed us both with faith that prepared us for the moment. It happened; God spoke for her to come home, and he spoke peace in my heart simultaneously, the perfect ending to our love story. God said so.

This is the story of us; a tribute in my mother’s memory, but most importantly, an opportunity to honor the Most High God, who made it all possible. He sent help on our journey, so this is also in loving memory of my grandmother, Petronia Lewis; the baby-sitter angel, the late Marie Bailey; and a neighbor you wanted to live with, the late Theresa Vann. Also, to my godmother, Erma Jones, who God has allowed to see her eighty-second birthday. I tell this story, forgetting not the shoulders God made available along our path.