What makes a hero?
Current mood: worried

I have been blessed with a great family. My parent's are the best. My brothers, well I love the lil idiots but they are lil idiots.  I love my mamaw and all my family that have already gone on to Heaven.  This blog is for one of my bestest friends.  She's my 61 yr old aunt, Wanda Duncan.  Wandy as she is affectionately known.  She's my second mom. Her husband is my papason, taught me quite a bit about fishing.  They're 2 kids are not only my older cousins, but my big brother and big sister.  My aunt has been one of the biggest influences in my life, for all of my life.  She is one of the strongest ppl I know.  When I was 12 my mamaw (her mom and my dad's mom) fell and broke her hip.  She had 2 major strokes. She also had parkinson's diease and after the fall and strokes, she never knew us again.  I was 12 yrs old.  This is not really a depressing story so hang in there, I'm building up to the good stuff.  Since my mom and dad had 3 boys younger than I was I felt that it was my place to help with mamaw. She was bedridden for the rest of her life (5 and a half yrs) and if I wasn't in school I lived with Wandy and Gene, doing my part to help my mamaw.  I love all my family but when u go thru something like this, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, when u see someone u love so much in that situation, it's not easy.  We had to bath mamaw, feed her thru a tube in her belly, change her diapers, carry her, pretty much everything and no, this is still not a depressing story. I have no regrets over spending my teen yrs helping with mamaw.  But because of this, because of those times, Wandy and I have a bond.  She is one of my best friends. She is my hero.  It never mattered what it was, if there was anything bothering me she was like a bloody bloodhound sniffing it out.  She would not let up until she'd found out what was on my mind.  She woke me up at 4am one morning. She was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking coffee, and smoking a cigarette, hair all up in rollers.  I don't even remember what my problem was at that time but because it had been worrying my lil teenage brain, it worried her.  She sat me down there and gave me a talking to and we had more talks than I can ever remember.  To me, a hero isn't just someone who races into a burning building to save some one, it's not just someone who steps in between u and a bullet, etc.  Wandy is one of my hero's because she has always loved me, no matter what. When I was younger and alot fatter, she constantly told me how pretty I was and how I was not a failure.  We've shared many a late night bowl of popcorn, just sitting around the table gabbing.  Her best friends, were my best friends.  We've spent so many nights on the rivers fishing, well we'd throw our lines it but we did more laughing and bull crapping than fishing.  My life has been blessed in so many ways.  She is one of the biggest blessings in my life.  She is also getting to go down a rough road.  She's been told that she has cancer. Tumors in her rectum, colon, etc.  She hasn't been able to eat in months. She's weak as a kitten but we've been a surgery date for her. May 23.  So, if u have a chance, say a prayer for my lil aunt, Wandy....She's a pretty special lady...

Goodnight

Ange