Momma I had a dream

Momma I had a dream. I want to call Momma thinking to myself. Dialing the phone, over and over I could not remember your number. Then I realized that you were no longer here.You had gone to a better place.A place with no tears or fears.Momma I wanted to talk to you so much but am so happy that your suffering has ended.

Harold Winford Haynes

A young Harold Winford Haynes,my Daddy.I guess this was taken when he was about 18 just before he was drafted into the army during WW2.He was living in Macon,Georgia at the time.How most of the family ended up in Macon someone who knows will have to tell me someday.Story is Daddy knew he was going to be drafted so he left Macon to stay with his sister Myrtle who lived in Roanoke,Alabama.His draft notice was there before he was.Least that is what he told me.