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.