House of Alcina

My Mama. I miss her laugh. I miss her hands. I miss the way she would rub my head. I loved laying my head in her lap so she could play with my hair. Not just as a child, but as an adult. She would come stay with us and I’d always lay my head on her lap while we watched tv because I knew she’d do it. 😂 I miss her hugs. The last few years I could feel her spine and her shoulder blades when I’d hug her. She felt different, and now it’s how I remember her hugs. She always smelled so good. I spray her perfume sometimes just to smell her.

I miss her fussing at me. She didn’t do that much, but it was mostly for caring too much about what other people think and for smoking, which she’s probably rejoicing over in heaven for my quitting. 😂 I miss her calling and saying “Well, how are the Alcinas today??” I miss baking with her, and cooking with her. I miss watching football with her, because no one loved to yell at the TV like my Mama did. I miss her telling me about Jesus.

Every single person I see since her passing tells me how deeply they miss her. She had a way of making people feel so special. It was truly a gift to be loved by Barbara Jean. If you were, you knew it.