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When your mother goes away....

I miss Charlotte.


Time does heal but there are days when the emptiness is there.


I miss MA.


My mother loved me. It was that simple. I have that with my daughter but of course its different.
To have that person to just smile when you show up, when you do the smallest of things, when you just take in air.....its so refreshing.

I was walking and I verbally and a few words for her and to her. "I miss you lady".

I'd give anything to crawl in her bed and lay down next to her as we watch a movie, as she asks me about my life.

That day when she went away everything changed. EVERYTHING. My life is not the same as it was prior to February 19, 2004 at 5:50am. That moment she said good-bye, trusting that I will be fine. What great faith to have in me? She give me her power at that moment.


I miss her.

The obituary....clearly not written by me.

Bayless, Charlotte B. Owens

February 23, 2004
Charlotte B. Owens Bayless 60, Indianapolis, died Feb. 19, 2004. She was a clerk 15 years for the U.S. Post Office, retiring in 1980. Mrs. Bayless was a member of St. Bridget's Catholic ChurchSt. Phillips. Graveside service will be at 1 p.m. Tuesday, February 24, 2004 at New Crown Cemetery. Calling will be from 11 a.m. to 12:30 p.m. Tuesday, February 24, 2004 at Lavenia, Smith and Summers Home for Funerals. Burial: New Crown Cemetery. Survivors include son Ronald C. Bayless; daughter Rhonda L. Bayless; brother Mark Owens; sisters Janet and Addie Owens, Marguerite Lisenbee and Georgia Anderson; three grandchildren. ,

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again.


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