My childhood is filled with memories of country roads, summers with my grandparents, front porch pea shelling, church every Sunday (and those Easter outifts were amazing), playing with cousins, being on drill teams, marching in small town parades, and so much more. Living in a big city now, I don’t know how much of that Baby Fisher will ever experience. There are so many people who have brought these memories to life, and they all have had such a huge impact on me. I’m grateful for those that are still here with me, and I can’t wait to see them pour love into my baby. There is also a long list of those that have passed that I wish could help impact my baby’s life in the same way that they impacted mine. It feels good to know, however, that a piece of them continues to live in me. Those pieces help make me who I am, so in essence, Baby Fisher will know what Granny’s peas taste like, how Granny told me that “people only love how they know how to,” in order to teach me about forgiveness, how all of my grandparents allowed me to be freely creative because I’ll allow and encourage Baby to do the same. These are the people that I wish Baby Fisher could meet, and a few of the memories we shared.
“People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.” – Maya Angelou
For my one and only whipping, I learned to calm down quickly after that. For cuddling me after that whipping, because you knew my actions were caused from my recent displacement from the only home I ever knew. For taking on the task of raising me when my dad couldn’t. For the best breakfasts I’ve ever experienced. For teaching me that caring for others is important – I learned how to fill your insulin needles to help you regulate your diabetes. I felt so strong by being able to help you, even at that young age. For your love.
For helping to raise me. For giving me free reign over the decor in your home – whether it was Christmas decorations (and I had a different theme every year, like my Aunt Vickie) or choosing the color for the new living room design. I’m so sorry I chose pink. I’m glad you enjoyed it, though. For teaching me that “people only love how they know how to,” to explain to me that just because people don’t always act in a loving manner, it doesn’t mean that they don’t love you. I had to be less than 12 when you told me, but I’ve never forgotten it. For our weekly talks my freshman year in college. For your name; I am so blessed to be named for you. Also, for your sailor’s mouth. For your badassness. Thank you.
For the chihuahuas. For not “teaching” me to cook, but letting me know I could learn by watching. For my favorite food. For teaching me that if I have a pot full, no one around me should go hungry. For the laughs; you were quite the jokester. For not complaining (too much) when Granny let me start driving at 11 or 12. For hot toddies. For midnight dinner or dessert (fried shrimp or a coke ice cream float) that was really a great bonding experience.
Aunt Anna Belle
For the bundles of extra fabric you gave me, for the old school skirts you made me. For taking the time to admire the things that I made with the fabric you gave me. For fueling my fire for creativity. For the quick witted lesson to get me to stop speaking rudely of others. For showing me that frozen grapes are a thing. For showing me that to care for your sister (my Granny Addie) is to visit, chat, and bring a good meal or dessert by.
Aunt Sarah & Uncle Lucian
Uncle: For letting me know that I could dance like no one was watching, even at a very early age. For being the best dancing parter for as long as I can remember, until your untimely departure. I dance with you in my heart still.
Aunt: For teaching me some of the best recipes ever. For giving me one of my favorite cousins. For the house parties! For being graceful and resilient. For loving me like your own.
For leaving a legacy of kindness – everyone who ever met you never fails to let me know about how amazing of a person you were. For impacting others so positively that they are able to impact me in the same way, and remind me that they learned it from you. For passing your smile (and basically every feature about you) down to me. For ensuring that, although I don’t have any personal memories of you, you’d live on through the words of others who loved you. I feel like I do have memories with you because of their memories with you.
This is written in loving memory to the people who have had so much impact in my life, but have passed away from this life. I wish that Baby Fisher could meet them one day and experience life with them as I once did, but I’ll rest assured that s/he will know them through me. Thanks for the lessons, the love and the memories.
0Aunt Sarah & Uncle Lucian
0Mommy & us
0Me posing with Uncle Lucian
0Granny Addie Mae + granddaughters, I'm standing beside her
0Granny Addie at my high school graduation party
0Easter with Granny Irene and family
0Aunt Anna Bell
I hope you let your great loved ones live on through you and positively influence your little ones, too. Never forget to tell them where you learned this or that from. Let them know that the love extends beyond just you, and it was cultivated over several generations.
xoxo mamas, papas & tiny human caregivers