Tonight as I sit here trying to process the news that my dear friend, mentor, and "almost mom" has passed on, I can't seem to cry. Thinking about Bo makes me laugh..plain and simple! I know that sounds pretty strange because when people leave us, we are "supposed" to cry. But Bo, no, ....her smile was contagious. She taught me as a young girl, that when in doubt, LAUGH! What a beautiful laugh she had too. There were times when I was young, that I wished that SHE was my mother...I LOVED BEING AROUND BO SMITH! I couldn't get enough of her when we were neighbors.
Bo's inner laugh was genuine. She truly exuded the laughter from deep within her soul. Bo and Smitty lived through many tragedies in their life; the most difficult of those was losing two sons in a very short period of time. Bo and Smitty retreated to the country after David's death, in order to try to cope with their loss. They took their three beautiful daughters and put their family back together. During that time of healing, Bo learned how to smile again and most importantly, how to live again. And LIVE she did! She always lived life as if it were her last day on earth.
Bo, you make me laugh, just thinking about YOUR laugh! She would always say, "Oh, Cindy, you're so pretty." or "Oh, Cindy, you're so funny." Thank you Bo for being my friend, my "mom", my example of strength. I have never known anyone else like you. You have left your heart print on mine. Thank you for loving me just the way I am and showing me how to laugh AT, and with life. You were an INCREDIBLE woman and I am so blessed to have loved you.
Before I sign off...just do me one favor, Bo ...save me a place close to you in Heaven so that I can hear that laughter for all of eternity. I know tonight as I sit here, you are forever with your mom and David and Rocky. They are holding you close and I know that that makes you laugh once again....
I LOVE YOU BO SMITH... I wish I could have told you that one more time here on earth..............When I grow up, I want to be just like you.....
Thank you sister Cindy, I loved Mom's infectious laugh. . . how I miss it, but to remeber it and to read how you remembered it, brings a joyful feeling to my heart and a smile to my face. : )
ReplyDeleteTheresa Sloane Smith
Bo's littlest Indian papoose (as she would say)