Author: Randy Davis

This in March, we went home for a visit. We went to our home church (March 17) which is the one year anniversary of my mother’s passing. I wanted to go to try to shake my memory. I was sick when my mother died, and I can’t remember anything. I can’t remember the wake, the funeral, the burial, or the meal that day at church. I vaguely remember two faces. I remember going to the doctor. My illness was caused by my diabetic medication, and I cannot remember.