Month: June 2017


It’s a funny thing, y’all. One moment, you think you’re fine…the next, you’re crying in a bowling alley parking lot because you found out 12 hours before that your world/your sphere/your people (and, even more, the world of your parent/aunt/uncle) has totally changed and you can’t “push through” anymore. Who knows where it will hit. Or if you’ll be able to pause the floodgates once it does. For me, it certainly came in waves. And I’m sure it will continue that way.

Roy Walter Crews, Junior. My daddy’s dad. Papa. There are so many things I could say, but I wouldn’t know how or where to start. So I’ll let these pictures do the talking. The smiling face below is how I’ll remember him — and how thankful I am that I have these pictures and that he was able to be present for one of the most important days of my life (among the many others growing up).

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This picture (above) was on his refrigerator when I walked into the house Sunday night. Cue the tears.

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He leaves behind quite a special family, if I do say so myself. We couldn’t be more blessed for the time we had, the life he lived, and the family he built — and to know he’s back with Mimi. None of that makes it any easier, but it does provide a slight bit of peace. I’ve had some tough moments in my life. But, few (if any) tougher than leaving my family this past Tuesday — each handling it differently, in our own way, but leaning on each other as we pulled out of the driveway knowing that someone was always just a phone call away for support.

For anyone currently going through some sort of grieving process, anyone who has been through it before, and those who will in the future…my prayers are with you. Know that you can always find support here. Thank you to those who have been that support for me and my family — and those still in Oxford, squeeze my people tight when you see ’em. Y’all mean so much to us. Your love won’t soon be forgotten.



I’m a day late, and I’ll always be a dollar (or millions) short of being able to accurately depict how special he is. But, here’s a try.

Let me tell you a conversation (shortened here) I had with Garrett when talking about buying a recliner a few weeks ago…

Me: Where do you think I sat in the den at my parent’s house?

Garrett: Jimmy’s recliner. But where’d you go when he came home?

Me: Uhhhh, in Daddy’s lap, in his recliner, duh.

G: 😂😂😂

Me: And I still sit there now. Even though I’m too old and too big…. Except, actually, now there’s usually at least 1 of 4 little loves in my spot. And it makes me kind of sad…

See photo evidence below — Daddy’s lap has been my fave spot for a loooooooong time.

Me sleeping in Daddy’s lap, circa 1992/93/94ish.
There is no place I’ve felt safer. No hug that has ever made me feel better and given me the ability to let go and cry like his. Old habits die hard, and it’s still bittersweet sometimes thinking about how that relationship changes after getting married. You’re the best person to watch Jeopardy with, my favorite person to watch certain shows or movies with and see who can guess what’s happening first, the best sounding board to bounce things off of, and the smartest person I know. Thanks for being you. Thanks for being there. Thanks for teaching us everything you know. 

December 12, 2015. 

Our dance at my wedding is one of my favorite memories. The song could not have fit more perfectly, and I’ll forever hold that moment in my heart. And I’ll forever look at you the same way, as if you hung the moon, ’cause you certainly did in my eyes. You’re still the king of the world, and I’ll always be your little girl.

“Spinning around on the tops of his feet.

Smiles of an angel could not be so sweet.

Wide blue eyes, and piggy-tails swirl.

She’s her daddy’s girl.

Dance me! Dance me around ’til my feet don’t ever touch down.

There’s nothin’ better than bein’ your girl.

And if I am your princess, then Daddy, you are the king of the world!”