Saturday, August 23, 2014

It Still Hurts Like Hell


Today I woke up with tears in my eyes from thinking about my grandma. Not a day goes by that I don't miss my grandma. It's been almost 4 months since she died and it still hurts like hell.

Every time I think about my grandma the above song begins playing in my head. I don't know if that's because I listened to it at least five times on the radio when I was driving home to attend grandma's funeral (grandma died the week of mother's day...so this song was in heavy rotation) or if the song just hits home because it's an accurate description of my grandma and her life. The lyrics fit her life so well....

I'll always love my mama
She's my favorite girl
I'll always love my mama
She brought me in this world

Sometimes I feel so bad
When I think of all the things I used to do
How mama used to clean somebody elses house
Just to buy me a new pair of shoes

I never understood how mama made it through the week
When she never ever got a good night's sleep

Talking 'bout mama
She's one of a kind
Talking 'bout mama
You've got your yours, and I've got mine
Talking 'bout mama
Oh, hey mama, hey mama, my heart belongs to you

I'll always love my mama
She's my favorite girl
You only get one, you only get one, yeah
I'll always love my mama
She brought me in this world

A mother's love is so special
It's something that can't you can't describe
It's the kind of love that stays with you
Until the day you die

She taught me little things like "Say Hello and Thank you, please"
While scrubbing those floors on her bended knees

Talking 'bout mama
She's one of a kind
Talking 'bout mama
You've got your yours and I've got mine
Talking 'bout mama
Oh, hey mama, hey mama, my heart belongs to you

I'll always love my mama
She's my favorite girl
I'll always love my mama
She brought me in this world

I'll always love my mama
I'll always love my mama
I'll always love my mama
I'll always love my mama

I'll always love my mama
I'll always love my mama
I'll always love my mama
I'll always love my mama 

My grandma spent most of her life cleaning up white folks' houses so that she could take care of her five kids. She was never on public assistance and she never got any help from my ain't shit grandfather. Yet she managed to raise her kids and buy a home of her own. Every time I think about her life and how she got up everyday to go clean someone else's house I start crying. 

The pain is still fresh and it still hurts like hell.
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