She’d be texting me to see if I had any storm damage. She’d tell me I could stand with her at the service today. She’d ask if I had lunch plans for afterwards. If I was going to be late for work or take the day off for sickness or errands, it was imperative I inform my chairman, my secretary, my DC, my Cynthia, and my Susan. Because if I didn’t, I’d have a text at 8:15 asking if I was okay. This is why we called her Momma Hen. When I went on vacation, I texted her to let her know I’d arrived in one piece. Do you know how many times in the past week I’ve caught myself about to text her? There is great comfort in knowing the people you love are safe and their whereabouts, knowing precisely where they are. I know with absolute certainty where Susan is. I don’t know why she loved me and took care of me, other than she’s a good Christian woman. We had next to nothing in common– I don’t know nothin’ ’bout birthin’ no babies or raisin’ ’em. I don’t can my own vegetables or show cows and I can’t sew a button on a shirt, let alone crochet an entire blanket. Basically, I ain’t scared…