@tryst_with_fiction inspired this piece. Wrote this in a comment thingy awhile ago but haven’t been strong enough to put it together. This is Josephine. She beat breast cancer, she beat lung cancer and was a nurse and well my everything. She came and got me when she found out what was happening to me and I didn’t have to live there anymore. She made me hamburger steak and asparagus and fixed me coffee just like hers. She would say “Kimberly Jo it doesn’t matter what they did to break you, what matters is you’re still here so you show them. You never stop. You never quit. You rest, you cry, you pray but you don’t ever quit. If you have hope in you then you can move
mountains.”I’ve been missing her lately. She was southern Baptist and me well a wild card but she was never ashamed of me. She protected me. She loved me and told me I was a good mama and told me to never let the scars of my past harden into hate for the future. I miss her hands. I love hands. Anyway. Not sad just love her. They don’t make them like Josephine anymore.