I guess i never posted this.  It's a bit late, but here it is:

Well, MawMaw and I don't do shit anymore. She doesn't call me in the middle of the night to help with pawpaw anymore. I don't stop to see her after work and have a beer with her and make her a drink and put on the radio anymore. We don't ride to Bradley's country store and buy our weight in pork anymore. And my lady and I certainly don't ride down to the creek anymore to stay the weekend and fish and visit and play phase 10 and grin at each other when she got loose enough to let a fuck slip through her lips, although we do stop by to say hello everytime we go to the beach. And I always get her a pretty shell and save it for the next time. And she probably laughs every time because we always pee in the woods because Sumatra is not as close to the coast as you think it is. But I do know she is gone. And there are no more anymore's. If I thought hard and my lady reminded me, I could maybe tell you the day she left me, but my mind won't let a date settle into clarity. I know it's been over a year. And I know she would be tickled pink to see how big the boy has gotten. I know she'd be over the moon to know that little miss Morgan has another baby, a girl! And that lily is going to have her third and tiny baby Jessie is going to have her first. MawMaw loved her a baby. And I know that she'd be proud of my beard because "I wanted it bad enough so I just grew it" even though she would definitely tell me I needed to trim it.