To Maw-Maw
Her name was Shirley Bishop. But to everyone who knew her and loved her, me included, she simply went by Maw-maw. My impression of her was she was southern to the core. The lady could cook. Even though I only ate her food a few times it didn't take long to figure out she was an Iron Chef. The best memory I will always cherish when thinking of her is not of one instant. It occurred many many times. Often when I was not even around. That memory is the simple fact that she believed in my true love for her grand daughter and her love for me. She would have moved a mountain to make sure that I could just hear Shawna's voice on the phone. She knew that we would end up together. She is most likely the reason we did. I had the pleasure of sitting down at her kitchen table one night and the two of us got to talk a bit. She quickly assured me if I ever hurt her Shawna that she would get me. I really believe she would have. During the conversation she went on and on about how much she loved her daughter Karen and her grand children. I could tell she was proud of them all. She is a lady I will never forget. And I can't wait to hug her neck in heaven.
Love Tommy Anderson