The letter below contains the thought and feelings from Brenda Kay Dibble's only son, Michael Ray Dibble.
It is hard to believe that it's been three years since my Mom's passing, it feels like only yesterday I was riding with her in the ambulance to the East Texas Medical Center in Tyler, TX. There I was 18 years old and scared of loosing my only loving Mother to a massive heart attack. There's not a day that goes by that I don't think about her. I think about how she made fudge, but it turned out taffy. I still ate it...believe it or not, it was better than regular fudge. My family get together's haven't been the same though like Christmas Eve: me, my Mom, and my Dad's friend Ricky waited for my cousins [James Landers- Shrevport, LA / Jeff Cunny- Arkansas along with Kenneth Hughes that lived here in Paris.] to come down and visit my Mom & me at our house to play spades, hearts, phase 10, dominoes, monopoly, scrabble, ten. It was fun, we begun playing at 6 or 7 pm and stayed up until 8am or more, sometimes we stopped and talked, or played Donkey Kong Country on the Super Nintendo- which I still play to this day.
I'm now a married man, although I was saddened that my Mom wasn't alive to be there in person, I know she was looking down on me from heaven! I just wish that I had more photographs of my Mom, and a recent family photo of my Mom, Dad, and me before she passed away.
I didn't want to celebrate Christmas this year, because ever since my Mother passed away, I've been like in this shell so to speak. Until last week my wife Lottie Ann, began wanting me to decorate our new apartment over there at One Oak Apartments on Graham Street where me, my Mom, and my Dad had already lived on two different occassions. Me and my Mother always decorated our Christmas tree, with lights, decorations, and things I made at school. Now a days I work on holidays at Movies 8, a double shift, so I don't have to think about her not being here for the holidays. Until me and my wife Lottie gets pregnant and have a family of our own, I'll probably still shelter myself from enjoying Christmas. To be totally honest with you, Christmas isn't Christmas without my Mom, Uncle David (Bubba) not here, that's why now I don't celebrate it as much as I used too.
Micheal Ray's love for his Mom will always be in his heart, mind, body, and soul!!!
Love You Mom,
Michael Ray Dibble
P.S. I guess you can say Michael Ray is now the Grinch of Paris, TX.
Thanks, Cousin Kim Wise for helping put together this webpage for my Mother's memory!!