Back Then I could Make her "Coco" go away just by blowing on it



She was my little girl, so precious

She was my little girl.  When she would fall, I would pick her up.  One day she fell off her bike and she cried out saying, "Mama, Mama, Mama."  I dropped whatever I was doing at the time and would go running to see why she was crying.  There she was on the ground with a little bitty scratch.  Barely a drop of blood was trying to form.  I wiped it off and blew on it and kissed her forehead.  She stopped crying and got back on her bike and road off down the block.  I never knew that one day in the distant future she would be crying out to me again, "Mama, please Mama help me."  And I would not be able to do anything.  It makes me cry looking at this innocent little girl that went through so much starting in 2008.  I think back and feel so guilty for always having to work and how she had to come home after school to an empty house until her older brother and sister came home.  I wish that I could have been there everyday opening the door and hugging her and asking her how her day was at school.  Making chocolate chip cookies for her.  I guess it just had to be that way since I was a single mom and had to work to provide for my children.  Jeannette told me long ago that I was the best mom to her but I still wish I could have been home for her.  Now that she is gone I think about all the times I spent with her.  How I wish I would have spent much more time.  I miss her so much.  Wish I could go to sleep and wake up and all this a nightmare.  I am missing this little girl, my Nettle Poodle.  After you read this blog go and hug your loved one.  Just like I wish I could hug my Jeannette.