Thank you God,
I hinted to Joe, the Deacon, in my January 14th entry. Joe and I first went to a Holiday party sponsored by a black ladies group here in Stone County.
He got one of the members to let me know that a ticket to the event was purchased on my behalf.
Now mind you, GC, had already gone to church with me a couple of times. Joe was aware that I was seeing someone.
Joe, all of 70 years, said he didn't mind competition.
What threw me was Joe would leave little gifts on my mother's front porch. I thought was a wonderful way for two old people to be courting. Bag of greens, cotton plants, flash lights and garden gloves ... always two sets. One for her and one for me. Thanks for leaving one for me, too!
Joe is an older man so I thought his interest was in my mother but much to my surprise ... it was me that Joe was after.
Joe began sending flowers and cards. A bouquet of flowers one week, a card the next for about two months. Courting, ole school style.
One day in church, Joe asked me to dinner. Joe sent me a note: If you would let me look in your face, you do not ever have to cook another Sunday dinner.
How simple Joe made it. But I held on to my six month rule. Today was the last day of the fifth month. Joe was looking forward to the six month. LOLOLOL
Joe waited for me and then died without ever having experiencing me. I kept to the rule and today I feel bad.
Joe Breland, you are a wonderul guy, friend and I am going to miss you the rest of my life. My coffee with you in the morning and Sunday dinners.
I love you so much for letting me know and experience I am worth the wait. Thank you.
Thank you God for allowing me the gift of one of your angels for a short while.
Love you always,
Yo
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