Happy Birthing Day to Me!!!

My youngest estranged daughter's birthday is March 9th, same as was my Mom's.  Melissa Carin turned 42. Since I've missed all her 20's, 30's, and now her forties, I no longer think of it as her day, but mine.  After all, it was ME that carried her under my heart for nearly ten months, and it was Me that labored nearly 40 hours to give birth to her.  I fiercely protected her until she was eighteen, until the pedophile monster, Edward Joseph, came into her life.  Making me a far better Mom than she could ever be, because she (and her Dad) has kept my oldest grandson in that sick lifestyle all his life - she did it out of fear of him and for money and CCG did it solely for revenge for a divorce he didn't want. With his mood swings and his anger issues I couldn't get away from him fast enough!  What kind of man keeps his daughter and grandson living with a maniacal pedophile in order to satisfy his longing for revenge???  Not much of one at all, ya'll. Like I said, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHING DAY TO ME!!!!!!!!

Old, Me!

Maybe a facelift next year!   LOL

Gift of Time by Deborah Gibson Taylor

I've grown old and weary 
in your deafening absence
waiting for your presence.
And, I am disappointed.

At every turn, every bend
I hear your voice, see your face
full of beauty, full of grace.
And, I am reminded.

Oft I tremble, my hands shake
recalling fond memories of you
but always old ones, never new.
And, I weep.

My heart is heavy, my eyes tear
when I realize dearest daughter
how much I miss your laughter,
and, our lost gift of time.

I love you, Melissa, please come back!  Mom

My Mom

Obituary for Nina Jane Gibson

After a long illness, our precious mother, Nina Jane Williams Gibson, 87, entered the gates of Heaven on October 15, 2015 surrounded by her loving family. She was a 40 year resident of Cross Lanes & had previously resided in Charleston and Fraziers Bottom. Nina was born on March 9, 1928, in Powellton, WV, to John Franklin Williams and Fannie Jane Kidd Williams. Along with her parents, she was preceded in death by her brothers, John, Vernon, Charles, Donald, and Carl Williams and also by her sisters, Helen Young, Lola Akers, and Reba Coombs and great grandson, Cody Roby. Nina is survived by her six loving children,  In addition, Nina is survived by 25 grandchildren, 31 great-grandchildren, numerous nieces, nephews and extended family & friends.
Nina was a child of the Great Depression and also a “coal miner’s daughter,” having spent much of her childhood in the coal mining areas of Fayette County. Her family later moved to Putnam County, where she lived for several years while raising her family. Nina devoted her life to her family and, for over thirty years, was co-owner and secretary/receptionist for Gibson’s Scale Service. Nina was a devoted Christian and formerly attended Charleston Mountain Mission. She had a talent for painting and sewing, and she loved to read and work crossword puzzles. Nina was a gifted cook and was famous for her Sunday dinners and graham cracker pies. She was highly knowledgeable on a variety of subjects which she passed along to many children as a mother, grandmother, and child-care provider. She was extremely proud of her family and the fact that all six of her children were born on a Sunday.
Although she will be highly missed, we know that she has gone to a better place where there is no pain or suffering, and are comforted by the knowledge that we will see her again. 

LOST GIFT OF TIME - HAPPY BIRTHDAY MELISSA

For those of you who know me personally, you know what a tragedy happened to me over ten years ago. Due to undescribable circumstance, I lost my youngest daughter, Melissa, and my oldest grandson, Jacob, not to death but to TRUTH. There isn't a day that goes by I don't mourn them, yet I've finally learned to smile again, am actually able to look at pictures without the stabbing pain in my heart. Her birthday is March 9th, the same as my Mother's. This original poem, written by me, is dedicated to her. Happy Belated Birthday, Baby!

Gift of Time

I've grown old and weary

in your defeaning absence

waiting for your presence.

And,I am disappointed.

At every turn, and every bend

I hear your voice, see your face

Full of beauty, full of grace.

And, I am reminded.

Often I tremble, my hands shake

Recalling fond memories of you

but always old ones, never new

And, I weep.

My heart is heavy, my eyes tear

when I realize dearest daughter

how much I miss your laughter,

And, our lost gift of time.