• graceful_lily 23w


    We started talking again 2 and 1/2 years ago after 34 years of Good bye.
    You was my big Bubba. When I was a little girl, I sat on your lap and you sang me a Truck driver's lullaby.
    I often thought about you and wondered if you was okay.
    I would ask God to watch over you every time I'd pray.
    Time went by and not a word.
    One day I got a telephone call,
    Sweetest voice I had ever heard.
    Yeah, Big Bubba was on the Phone.
    We talked for seemed like hours, you couldn't believe how old I was and I had kids that was grown.
    We talked or text after almost every day.
    I made plans to visit as soon as I could get away.
    You started talking about not feeling well.
    You was in the hospital for a few weeks. I
    Was so worried, I couldn't even speak. I visited you right before you had heart surgery.
    Thank you Jesus I did. It was like old times we talked alot. I felt like a kid.
    We talked about the surgery and you said you felt like you was going to die. I guess you already knew.
    But I didn't want to believe it to be true.
    I told you that no matter what happened it was going to be okay.
    A few weeks later you had a triple Bypass surgery.
    3 days later the hospital sent you home.
    A few short days later you was gone.
    Big Bubba, I don't understand why you had to die.
    I will always remember that Truck driver's lullaby.