She Called Me by My Name
"Laura."
Hearing my mother say my name, unexpectedly brought tears to my eyes.
Hearing my name, not Sweet, or some other euphemism.
When Buddy Died . . . My Journal Entry
By
Laura Hamo
| 9:37 AM EDT, Thu September 26, 2019
So many of us have asked, “Why?” “Why Buddy? “What was God thinking?” I was one of the humbly blessed ones to get a call in the middle of the night before Buddy had died, asked to pray.
Pray I did. Travail you might say. God have mercy, have mercy! Tears. Shock. Confusion. Prayer. It was 2:15 am when I got the call.