When I was little I was shy, always the one the teacher called on, didnt want to ruffle feathers, a little overachiever. As I got older I began to voice my opinion more and at times slang a temper tantrum. My mom would call me Ruby. She called me this after my aunt, her sister who was known to slang her temper every now and then. We laugh at the fact that she got mad one time and threw a brick through the Southern Bell window. My aunt also wore bright red lipstick. I also like my red lipstick. My aunt was always known to get her hair fixed up. I love getting my hair done. This morning the doctor told my mom and I the grim prognosis and at 4:30 pm they took my aunt off the vent that was breathing for her. Five hours later her heart is still beating. Not really what the doctors or any of us expected. Ruby .... Strong tempered, red lips, curled hair, and most of all strong hearted. Im good with that. Although the prognosis is still very grim and the situation could change fast any minute now, Rubys mind isnt here but her heart isnt wanting to let go. Continue to pray that Gods will be done.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Apr 2014 01:46:05 +0000
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