The first time I met Ollie she was driving this huge brown car. I think 20 people could have fit in that thing. I really do think 5 or 6 of us got in that thing. She had her rope tobacco and spit bottle. I thought if I got out of line this woman would beat me and tell my parents. Lol. Later things would change from her hauling me around to me hauling her. I would fight people to take her to dialysis. We’d talk about life, fishing, and the people we knew in common. She kept me updated on all my high school friends. I remember her being so excited to move next to Rita. When she decided to go to the nursing home I remember her being excited about that adventure. I visited her from time to time. I’d ask her if she was out chasing those men in her wheelchair. She’d laugh and tell me she wouldn’t have them. Lol. I’d go see her and she’s have a new hair do. I’d ask what his name was and she’d tell me she didn’t know yet. I have a couple pieces of her artwork that I’ll treasure forever. I will miss my momma Ollie. I