This isn't a memory .
It's a tale of a lack of memory making , wondering what could have been and missing you because you ain't here making memories.
This isn't a memory .
It's a tale of a lack of memory making , wondering what could have been and missing you because you ain't here making memories.
Weldon McKinley, 82, a longtime resident of central New Mexico, passed away November 20, 2012 at his home south of Belen, NM. Weldon was born March 25, 1930, in Alcalde, NM
Anyone who knew my Verna will understand why I have posted this here.
it's a decade tomorrow that you have been gone from my life.
The days between my getting that phone call telling me you were gone and the day I stood over your grave trying to understand my loss , that Garth brooks song the dance' was playing over and over in my head and mixed in with it was the question asking how the hell am I suppose to live with out my girl .
I truly couldn't imagine my living , breathing , with out you.
I have adjusted, I have learned to exist , I was right ,in questioning living without you,
I go girl, all I want to do is to stop missing you, stop the teas , the heartbreak , the loneliness.
Soon, not soon enough , but none the less soon .
Well my Verna, today marks the 9th turkey day you have been absent from my table.
Every year when I am doing the prep and cooking the dinner you are right here close to me . i talk to you ,we joke , like we always use to about how much you enjoy seeing a table groaning with a holiday dinner and the pure heavenly enjoyment you always got from sitting down and getting serious about consuming all your poor little belly could hold .
It is this day that is so bitter sweet for me . I have always loved cooking a big dinner with all the fixings , but never as much as watching you three kids laughing and enjoying yourselves as you were eating that big dinner and all those fixings.
I am going to start the turkey as soon as I finish with this , but first I needed to talk to you and let you know you are missed more today than you were that first , second , third or 7th turkey day .
I am so sad without you Verna .
Love mom
P.S.
Here is a picture I found that I know would have tickled your funny bone and had you laughing till you snorted soda out your nose. 
She had been 21 years old for 50 days. She was about two weeks away from getting her CDL's and start out to make her mark on the world. She had spent the year of 2000 driving a 2000 Peterbilt semi dragging a bull wagon loaded with livestock from Olean MI. to Colorado. She caught double phenomena from some flying insects that they have around stock pens in that wet country in Missouri . After 2 weeks in the hospital over 1000 miles from home we went out and brought her home. she had been driving that semi and hauling that live stock with a regular DL and it was out of New Mexico and expired. I tell you that girl never did learn the meaning of the word fear. and she was born with twice the nerve of 3 grown men. She wrecked her first ford at the ripe ole age of 12. Well it was my ford but her first wreck. I was at work and she and a cousin was suppose to haul water and get home to do chores. Well them to girls figure with mom and the boys gone at work
no one would ever know if they took a quick swim while the barrels were filling. What should have been a 45 minute chore turned into a 3 hour swim. she was hauling ass to get home to the chores when she hit a soft gravel and rolled that 1968 short bed (not a dent or a ding anywhere) she rolled it all the way over back up on the wheels.it was dented then . Any ways i will get back to where she came home and when she had healed up good we found her a CDL book and I made sure she spent at least an hour a day learning the official way and the legal way to do what she had just spent a year doing ill legally. she took a job at a Holiday Inn hotel as a maid so she would have the price of the CDL driving test ,she had been paying her own way for a year and neither od us was inclined for that to stop. So here she goes to work one beautiful fall day a beautiful full of spit and vinegar 21 year old young women with the world by the tale and a whole future unrolling in front of her. 3 miles later she was dead.
Verna Mae Lewis
August 20,1980-October 10,2001
Born in Odessa Texas
Died Belen,New Mexico
She is perceded in Death by Great Grandparents
Clarence August Pohl
Mary Verna Pohl both of scholle, New Mexico
Grandfather
Lawrence Author Pohl of Santa Fe,New Mexico
She is survived by
Mother
Katha L. Pohl of Scholle,N.Mex.
2 Brothers
Jason L.Lewis of Farmington,New Mexico
Maurice A.Lewis of Los Lunas N.Mex.
2 Uncles
Wade Pohl and Family Manchester,Tenn.
Larry Pohl and Family Denver, Colo.
Father
Karl L. Lewis
Great Grandmother
Ora Mae Johnson
Grand Mother
Silvia R. Lewis
2 Uncles
Mark Lewis
Glen Lewis all of Grand Quiva,N.Mex.
many cousins and Freinds
