I can remember many things about Ma but one of the things I remember most is the time my Uncle Mike and his buddies built a brick shed in Ma and Pop Pop’s back yard. Ma always told us she had eyes in the back of her head and could see everything that we do.
I remember as a kid Ma would do her hair at the kitchen table, one of the only times you would see a beer in front of her for her hair. But I would always look for the eyes in the back of her head.
I never saw them but one day in the backyard my brothers and I had the idea to build a fort with the bricks that Uncle Mike was using. We cleaned up before Ma got home and yet I still got in trouble!
She knew what we did and how I never understood but it always seemed Ma knew what we were up to, sometimes even before we did. Funny to say I miss that. I love and miss you more than I could ever express.
