Geneva Criss Sparks
Mother’s Day, May 11, 2014
I miss the days of playing ‘connect 4’ with her during lunch
days at Clarendon Grade school. I’m thankful she didn’t kill me when Mrs.
Stoner drove me home from school. She smacked me good when I needed it and sometimes Johnny when I needed it. I only remember feeling like a million bucks
at Christmas time and didn’t realize until adulthood that we didn’t have much.
She smacked me good when I needed it and sometimes
Johnny when I needed it.
Instead of getting in trouble for running away from home,
she gave me a treat. She always did what she could to help me because she never
wanted me to struggle. I miss those special weekend visits with my kids when
she and I would sit in the family room and talk about scripture. And oh how she
loved my kids, and they love her.
Through every failure and mistake I ever made, she never
once called me a failure, she never made me feel like a failure; she just
simply loved me and always told me she was proud of me. She was prayerful, merciful, kind and loving. I’m so thankful
for my Apostolic Pentecostal Heritage, which I wouldn’t have if she didn’t have
the listening ear of a virtuous woman. Though she’s with the Lord now as she
has always been, she will never leave my heart, and I miss her more than can be
imagined. She was the only Mother who could've mothered me, and I love her with all my heart.
Daniel Criss
