Velma Patrick
Growing up I didn’t have my mother around much due to a chemical imbalance. My dad raised me the best he could by himself but I always craved a mother figure too. I wanted to learn how to do makeup, go shopping, gossip about the silly things, all the girly things dads don’t do. When I first met Pet, I thought she was so cool. She had a motorcycle and she loved my dog. We took her in took her in to help with her broken leg and it was history from there. She became the mother my mom couldn’t. She was my sister, best friend, momma, and my person. We did almost everything I always wanted to, and she was there for me through everything. Seeing her that day in the hospital, I thought everything would be fine. I told her “ We have to leave but we’ll be back tomorrow morning, I love you momma.” She wasn’t responding to anyone because she was out of it but she smiled in her sleep when I said that. The next day I got the call from my dad that she was gone. I have never experienced someone close to me passing until that day. I know she’s in a better place now, but sometimes I still talk to her about life. I sit on the porch and pray that she can hear me. I tell my boyfriend every time something makes me think of her. She changed my life for the better and I wouldn’t be the woman I am today without her. I may have lost her but I got to love her, I got to be loved by her, and I will always be grateful for that. She’s the brightest star when I look in the sky, the angel on my shoulder, my person forever and always. I love your guts, fly high momma.💜🕊️