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I have only been on this site for a few days. And I realize that I am an anonymous person to all of you. You are to me as well. Over time I hope to get to know many of you better, to find out your stories, who you lost, and why you loved them so much.
I don't want to be just a random name, or that kid who misses his mama. I want you to know who I am. The first and most important thing to know is that no one calls me Brett. My nickname is "Oatmeal." I have been called Oatmeal my entire life. When I was just a little toddler I remember watching, "Frosty the Snowman." When the children were trying to think of a name for Frosty, the first suggestion was, "Oatmeal." I said that I wanted to be Oatmeal. The rest is history.
I live in North Carolina. I have lived here my entire life. I did not have a dad. Well, I had one, he was just never in the picture. My mom (Martha) moved my two brothers and a sister (and Oatmeal) to Stanley North Carolina. That is where my mom was born and raised. There we were surrounded by lots of family and tremendous love. The greatest love coming from my mom herself. Stanley, NC is a wonderful place. It is Mayberry. We had the oldest police chief in the nation. He was nearly ninety before he retired. There was little crime. I was raised to say hello to everyone that I met. Everyone was a friend.
While I was in college my mom received a promotion in her job. She moved to Raleigh, NC. I followed her after college and started working for American Airlines. I worked there for many years until my mom became very sick, several forms of cancer, COPD, frequent Congestive Heart Failure. I left AA to be my mom's caretaker. I could not stand the idea of my mom living anywhere but the home that she had worked so hard for. Mom wanted to spend her last years here, and she did.
Being my mom's caretaker was the greatest experience of my life. We were side by side for four years, along with two little dogs (Krissy and Boo). I have never known so much love. Mom died on Christmas Eve, 2015. She didn't mean to but she took the best part of me with her. I still live here in mom's house. So many of her things are gone now, but I will always feel her presence here. She's gone but the memories remain.
My mom loved UNC basketball. So do I. Mom loved to watch football on Sundays. She loved to watch episodes on TV Land of, "Everybody Loves Raymond." She also loved HGTV. I wasn't crazy about that, but if it was god enough for my mom, I was going to sit next to her and watch it, too.
Mom didn't retire until she was 78. She only retired then because her illness became too much. Mom was proud of the fact that she started out as a single mom who raised her four children without the help of their dad, and that she became very successful. She took so much pride in being able to provide for her children. And Lord knows... am I ever proud of her.
If anything I loved my mom too much. She was my mom, my best friend and companion, and when she could no longer take care of herself, I even feel like she became my child. She would never agree with that. She was always the boss. Always my mom. She forever will be.
If you want to tell me a little about yourselves please do. I would love to know. We are all in this together.