She called me her daughter from day one even before I accepted. She knew her son was serious and for that love, she opened her heart to me. Thank you Ms. Wanda. I didn’t know whether to call her Wanda, Ms. Wanda or Ma, so I called her all three on different occasions. I wish I’d called her Queen while she was here so her ears could hear it come from my mouth. Queen Wanda. The stories, I have them. She made sure I knew the stories and I knew who she was and who she had become because of them. I listened not knowing that one day, I’d be a keeper of those stories for her grandchildren and great-grands one day. A healer- I watched how she cared and just one day before her last, Ms. Wanda was taking care of Kinard with a foot detox. A giver- she ALWAYS had something for me- a plant (take this aloe & did Kinard give you the pots), clothes, food, pretty vases , and a few more plants. One of her last instructions to me was to give the plant a bigger pot. I love you too and I wish I’d told you more. Three short years but I have your love locked in my heart for eternity.