Sunday, March 16, 2014
Marie was more than a niece to me, she was my best friend. The day I found out I was pregnant I called her so frightened of how to tell my mom, she talked me through it, she comforted me. When I moved to Missouri I was there for four years, every day she called me just to talk, just to ask how I was, to talk about what was happening in her life, she kept me updated and made sure I never felt forgotten. When I moved back the first thing we did together was go four wheeling, it was so much fun, I remember turning around to her hand holding a huge pile of mud and in my face it went. So a few minutes later when we got off the four wheelers I tackled her straight into the creek and smeared a great big mud pie in her hair, we just laughed. We celebrated rere's 29th birthday at Bobby Mackies. It was my first time there. We were all sitting around a table so I asked rere to dance with me, we slow danced together needless to say we weren't the best at it. I wanted to ride the bull so bad but I chickened out, marie rode on it for her fist time that night so after she did it she convinced me to ride it. I think the lord we rode that bull and slow danced that night. When marie told me about her new home I went to help her move and she talked about how excited she was for her new counter tops, and how she wanted to have a housewarming party with her sister Jamie. She was just so excited and nothing but smiles. She was always there for me no matter what I needed. A part of me is missing but ill meet her again someday. I love you ReRe so much. Love Tasha
