We hear of silent hero's but rarely do
we find out who these people are.
They don't get media attention, they
don't look for pats on the back.
They just do what they have to do
to make a difference in the World.
I have had the fortune to be raised with
one said silent hero I called
AUNT MAE MAE.
She was one of many of my Dad's sisters,
she was widowed at a young age,
My Uncle Joe dying after a car accident
leaving her with six children to raise,
ages ranging from approximately 17 to 17 months.
I was 8 years old when my Uncle Joe died.
I am sure My Aunt Mae Mae was devastated
and cried herself to sleep many a nights
but all I remember seeing is this petite little woman
picking up the pieces of her and her children's
shattered lives and build a new "Normal".
As a child, I often wondered, how she did that?
How she raised 6 children single while working
jobs, first Roscelle's (sp?) Sports, making
trophies and then eventually taking over the trophy
business on her own.
Everyone below Intracoastal, associated
"trophies" with "Rosemary"
My aunt Mae Mae was a true legend,
not many like her. Never asked for a handout,
had a tough outer skin with a soft marshmallow inside
that you only saw in the presence of her grandchildren.
What I loved the most about her was her brutal honesty.
When others were afraid to say something,
she put it out there for all the hear.
She loved to joke and just like the Collins,
had a string of Cajun slang of not so nice words
that could leave you laughing, looking for a bathroom.
I loved going to her house as a child and didn't
realize until I was an adult with my own children
just how hard it must have been to raise children,
work all day, then come home to cook a home cooked
meal for her big family. Like that was not enough,
let me add all she did for the South Lafourche High School Band.
For many years, even after all her own children were grown,
she still stayed active and was a big part of
the success of the High School Band.
There was never time for rest for this
Aunt of mine. Saying all this I guess my biggest
comfort comes from the fact that now, she rests.
Rests near the God that she loved, along with being
reunited with the only man she ever loved,
my Uncle Joe. I pray that there is truth in
stories of dying and in your journey to Heaven all those
who have gone before you are there waiting to greet you.
I think of all who would be there,
The love of her life, Uncle Joe,
her siblings, including my Dad and my Mom.
And many cousins, especially Fay and Dwayne
who she loved like her own.
And many cousins, especially Fay and Dwayne
who she loved like her own.
What a party to be had!
Rest my dear Aunt Mae Mae,
no one deserved it more than you,
my silent hero.
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