Miss you more than words can say

This blog is dedicated to my mother, Debra Denise Godfrey. My mom passed away October 19, 2007 in a car accident, just outside of Lyman, WY. She was only 52 years old. Mom had three children, five grandchildren and many other family members who loved her dearly, including five brothers and sisters. She also cared for my grandmother, Betty Sheville.

This page is a place for those of us who are still in mourning (like myself) to go and be with her, if only in cyberspace. I want to share this with anyone who needs a quiet place to reminisce and grieve.

The worst day of my life began with a phone call on a beautiful autumn afternoon, Friday, October 19th. Kassie, my cousin, was on the other end of the phone. She had to to tell me the horrible news, that my beloved mother, had been instantly killed in a car accident. I thought (and hoped) for one horrible second that she was joking. I of course, knew she wasn't. I hung up and left work immediatetly and headed straight to my aunt Pam's house. This is where the reality started to sink in. All of the family started to gather and the tears started to flow. I remember talking to one of the responding police officers on the phone this day. I was in shock and was asking the officer if he was sure, sure that she had indeed died. He was sure.

My mom was one of the most kind and loving people I ever knew Also among the most beautiful. She had her share of hardships over the past many years, but she over came many of her demons. This fact alone, made her an inspiration not only to me but to many others. My mom also took great care of others around her. At Thanksgiving, she would cook several dinners to take to her surrounding friends and neighbors in Wyoming and would also cook one for herself and the rest of the family. She always found time to take care of the less fortunate and the down and out.

Just today, my aunt, sister and I were joking that we can imagine my mom up in Heaven finding the less fortunate angels, maybe one with a broken wing or one without a halo. She would find some way to make up for this angel's mis-fortune and would mend it.

My dear, sweet Grandma Betty is dying and is in her final days. I imagine that once she passes to the other side, my mom is going to be there waiting for her with open arms. She will have so much to say and will tell her all about Heaven and Jesus. She will tell her all about the broken souls she has been gathering and mending.

Momma - I pray that you can work to help mend all of our broken souls down here on Earth. It is one lonely and sad place without you. I pray that you watch over us. I want to pick up the phone more than anything and here you say, "Janda, I got a scoop," but I know I can't. One of the only things that keeps me going, is knowing that someday soon I will see you again.

Without you here among us, we are all broken hearted and in need of your watchful eye. We all love you and miss you more than words can even begin to say.