My Hero, A Daughter's Song

I wrote this song from my heart about my mother,
Hazel L. Hardy.
Jan. 17,1939-Nov. 20,1998
She was a beautiful, God-fearing, hard-working, caring,
woman, who deserves a little recognition.

When I was a little baby
My Mama held me in her arms
She said " You are my precious child"
"To you there will come no harm"
When I was a little girl
My Mama sat me on her knee
She said "You are my precious child"
"You will have more than me"



To me she was a doctor
She was a preacher, a teacher
My best friend
To me she was lawyer
She was a movie star, a beauty queen
My reality was her dream
She was my HERO

When I was a young lady
My Mama took me by the hand
She said "You are my precious child"
"You are my best friend"
When I was a grown woman
I held my Mama oh so tight
I told her "she was my only HERO"
I held my Mama as she died!

To me she was a doctor
She was a preacher, a teacher
My best friend
To me she was lawyer
She was a movie star, a beauty queen
My reality was her dream
She was my HERO

Shortly after my Mother's death
God granted me a little blessing
In the midst of all that pain,
He allowed me to have joy!




Here is a picture
of my little blessing!







This story was written by my 14 yr old nephew, Justin.

My Best Friend
Nineteen Ninety-eight, I will never forget
the fall of that year.
The Yankee’s won the World Series
and the Denver Broncos went on to win the Super Bowl.
But that fall something tragic happened,
my best friend died of cancer.
She had been my best friend ever since I was born.
We played board games every weekend
and we went to church together, but the whole year was weird.
My best friend never missed one of my baseball,
football or basketball games,
no matter what the condition of the weather.
Rain, sleet, hale or snow she was on the sidelines
cheering me on.

I played sports all year round. She didn’t know much about
football or basketball but man did she love baseball.
She was the one who pushed me to play baseball.
She was the first person to teach me to throw.
My mom will argue with you for hours that she is the one
who taught me how to play ball,
but I really know it was my friend.
Anyway, at the beginning of 1998 my friend started to get sick.
In April she missed my season opener.
She was at home. We lost the game in the 8th inning.
When I got home I cried for about two hours,
she had never missed a game.
But that game was over my dad said which really didn’t
make me feel any better.
My mom called over to her house to see what was wrong
and she said she was very sick and she
might go to the hospital.
That night I didn’t sleep at all.
Two days later I had another game and this time she was there.
My coach let me start and it was the best game I had ever had.
I pitched the whole game.
She missed a few more games after that
because she was just too sick.
I knew I had to be strong during that time,
for me and for her.
A few months went by and she came to live with us.
She said that her parents could not take care of her.
On November 1, we took her to the hospital.
The doctors told her that she had pancreatic cancer.
When my mom told me the news I just about died.
My best friend in the world was just told she had cancer.
My best friend died on November 20, 1998,
it was a long twenty days.
The last time I saw her was on the 18th.
I went to the hospital on the morning
of the 20th to see her and when I walked into her room
I just fell to the ground in tears.
She was gone.
It’s been two years now since she died.
I will never forget her.
She has still to this day never missed but 3 games,
I know she is upstairs watching down on me.
She is still my best friend in the whole world.
I will always love my Grandma.
Thanks for all of the good times.


Love always,

Justin Anderson









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