“Mrs. Barbara Morrow Watson, 40, of Franklin, Ga., died Sunday, January 16, 2000 at Hospice LaGrange.
Mrs. Watson was born April 16, 1959 in Fulton County and lived at Dallas before making her home at Franklin a year and a half ago. She was a member of Mount Pleasant Baptist Church in Heard County and was a former store manager for Kangaroo Stores.
A funeral will be 2 p.m. Tuesday, Jan. 18 in the chapel of the Claude A. McKibben and Sons Funeral Home in Hogansville, Ga. The Rev. Mike Watson and the Rev. Clifford Anderson will officiate and burial will be in the Grantville Cemetery.
Pallbearers will be Tommy Tilley, Drew Collins, Daniel Collins, Joseph Michael Watson, Jeffery Scott Watson and J. R. Morrow.
Surviving are her husband, Eddie L. Watson of Franklin; daughters, Jennifer Watson and Jessica Watson, both of Franklin; mother, Betty Morrow of Dallas; brothers, James Morrow, Henry Morrow, and Troy Young, all of Dallas, and Davis Morrow of Douglasville; sisters, Cathy Morrow and Betty Young of Dallas, Janie Collins of Cartersville, Pam Young of Austell and Patricia Tilley of Waco.
Claude A. McKibben and Sons Funeral Home, Hogansville, Ga.”
This short article has so many feelings, I don’t even know where to begin. It does no justice to the woman she really was. It’s hard to believe she has been gone 11 years. 52 years old today! She never had a chance to live life.
I wonder if she was happy with her life? I wonder what she would say to me if she had a chance to tell me today. I wonder what I would say to her.
Sometimes I feel “guilty” that I found a way to get through life without her. I never talk about her. Sometimes I forget the way her hair smelt, the way her voice sounded, the way it felt when she hugged me.
God, I wish she was here to hug me now. I wish she could’ve met dakotah. Then again, she is already spoiled enough, I can’t imagine her any more rotten.
I hope I’m doing a good job with her. I’m trying so hard to be the mom I had.
Sometimes I get so ”ANGRY” at her. Why did she not fight harder. Why did she give up? She wouldn’t have wanted me to give up.
I remember everything about that horrible day. Everyone was there, just waiting for her to die. How did they know that was going to be her last day?
My dad called me into her room & asked me if I wanted to say anything to her. At that point I doubt she even knew who I was. I gave her a hug & kissed her cheek, told her I loved her.
I couldn’t bear to stand in that room, with everyone there, waiting. Just waiting! I ran outside, my dad behind me. Just crying in his arms.
& then that was it. My aunt Trisha came out & said “she’s gone”.
My heart hit the floor.
The next few days were just a blur. All I remember is, I was alone. .
SCARED, & ALONE!
When I think of my mom all I can think about is that day. Not the happy memories, just that day.
I don’t want to think of that day. I want to think of the day we went to Callaway gardens, a company picnic for my dad. Oh, how she loved that butterfly exhibit. I remember I bought a bar of butterfly soap. & walking through the old cabin, she was just as excited as I was.
Or what about her pet iguana? Or what about all those times I would cry in my sleep for her, she came and slept right next to me everytime!
Or what about all those late nights of playing Rummie or Yahtzee. No matter how many times I wanted to play she was right there, playing with me. I could never beat her, I think she let me win sometimes.
My mom was a wonderful amazing, breathe taking woman, I want to remember her for all the good things she did.
1 year ago today, I quit talking to my father & sister. As I sit here and write this, blog/note, I can’t help but wonder how upset she is at the fact that we couldn’t hold our family together without her.
The fact that we all turned our backs on each other. they turned their backs on me!
No one will EVER understand why I need/desire my father & sister. Even thou they have done/said terribly horrible things to me. I can’t seem to want to completely shut them out. (& if you truly know me I can hold a grudge like nobody’s business)!
I’m not saying that I will ever speak to them again, I’m not saying I wont! I’ll never forgive them but then what would my mom think of that?
If she were here & she knew the situation, then she wouldn’t have turned her back on me. Of course if she were here the situation would’ve never happened.
I wouldn’t be typing right now, I wouldn’t be laying my wonderful, smart, beautiful, amazing daughter into bed every night.
I guess someone, somewhere has a plan.
HAPPY 52ND BIRTHDAY MOM! I wish I could've called you to say it but it’s better to have had you for a glimpse of my life than not have you at all.
