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about forty-five minutes, then started seeing signs of Big Mama's farm.
"I'm getting nervous," Seven said.
"Why? Big Mama is so cool."
"I'm not worried about Big Mama. That's my girl!" He smiled. "I'm trippin' off the one you called Meestake." I started laughing. "What's so funny about that?"
"Uncle Meestake won't give you any problems. He talks a lot, but he won't give you any problems. Oh, turn here!"
Tears came to my eyes as Big Mama's house came into view. It had been so very long.
"Are you okay, Bari?"
“I’m okay." We turned up the road leading to the farm. I looked out over the green pastures and the acres of land that my grandfather had tended for as long as I could remember. "I miss him so much."
"I know you do," he said quietly. "Just try to be strong, Bari. If you think you miss him, then how do you think Big Mama feels?"
He was right, and I had no response.
There she was, standing on the giant porch with a broom in her hand. I sat and watched her for a moment, unlike Seven, who got out of the car, slammed the door shut, went up to Big Mama and hugged her tightly. I slowly walked up to her. I was nervous. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I didn't have to. She pulled me to her chest and held me close as we cried together. It seemed as if the dam that held everything I had ever been through in my life had suddenly burst and came pouring out in a torrent of tears.
"Well now, you sure have grown a lot since I last saw you," Big Mama said.
"It's only been six months, Big Mama," I laughed.
"It seems like ten years to me," she said seriously. "Now, y’all come on in here and get you some of this food. I know you hungry, and besides, those airplane people can't cook like Big Mama." Seven looked at me and smiled. "Funeral is tomorrow," she said calmly. "I guess I'll wear that new black dress that I got a few years ago for the Ashford and Simpson concert. I ain't never wore it."
"Big Mama, are you okay? Do you need me to do anything?" I asked.
"Child, I'm fine. I'm at peace, finally at peace. Bari, your Paw-Paw been sick for a long time, baby. And I don't think I've ever been happier in my life to see somebody go. I prayed for this, and the Lord answered."
I was confused. She had prayed for God to take Paw-Paw?
"But he seemed fine when he came for Daddy's funeral," I said, my voice cracking.
"Baby, your Paw-Paw was sick then, too. It just wasn't as bad. It seems like overnight the cancer just ate him alive. But Paw-Paw ain't feeling no pain, no discomfort and no worries. Oh, don't get me wrong now, Bari, I miss your Paw-Paw like I'd miss my right hand, but it would be selfish to wish him still alive. Do you understand, baby?" She asked, wiping tears from my face. "Now, eat them yams. You look like a rake handle. So skinny I can see your kidneys."
"Big Mama!"
"Well, I can!" She laughed, and Seven laughed with her. Actually, Seven was cracking up. "And you Mister," she turned her attention towards him, cutting his laugh short. "You better eat them greens, and I mean all of them. Keep you regular."
Now it was my turn to laugh.
It seemed like the whole family started showing up at once; Aunts and Uncles from Texas, Great Aunts from Memphis, Great Uncles from St. Louis, cousins from New Orleans, and ...it can't be. I held my fork in mid-air. Big Mama burst into tears.
"Bari, you alright?" Seven asked. "Are you choking?"
I couldn't answer.
"Boudine! Niecy! Y’all better come here and give Big Mama some love! I can't believe this!
Bari! Bari!” Big Mama hollered.
I got up from the table but couldn't move. Mama came over to me.
"Bari?" I nodded stupidly. "Baby, is that you? You look so beautiful. Look at my baby!" She cried, I mean literally cried.
"Hi, Mama," I said, skeptically.
She grabbed me into a tight hug.
"Bari! What's up, girl? That outfit is the shit though!" Niecy said, excitedly. "You rockin' them jeans." I looked down at the Yves St. Laurent jean outfit that Darshon
"I'm getting nervous," Seven said.
"Why? Big Mama is so cool."
"I'm not worried about Big Mama. That's my girl!" He smiled. "I'm trippin' off the one you called Meestake." I started laughing. "What's so funny about that?"
"Uncle Meestake won't give you any problems. He talks a lot, but he won't give you any problems. Oh, turn here!"
Tears came to my eyes as Big Mama's house came into view. It had been so very long.
"Are you okay, Bari?"
“I’m okay." We turned up the road leading to the farm. I looked out over the green pastures and the acres of land that my grandfather had tended for as long as I could remember. "I miss him so much."
"I know you do," he said quietly. "Just try to be strong, Bari. If you think you miss him, then how do you think Big Mama feels?"
He was right, and I had no response.
There she was, standing on the giant porch with a broom in her hand. I sat and watched her for a moment, unlike Seven, who got out of the car, slammed the door shut, went up to Big Mama and hugged her tightly. I slowly walked up to her. I was nervous. I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. I didn't have to. She pulled me to her chest and held me close as we cried together. It seemed as if the dam that held everything I had ever been through in my life had suddenly burst and came pouring out in a torrent of tears.
"Well now, you sure have grown a lot since I last saw you," Big Mama said.
"It's only been six months, Big Mama," I laughed.
"It seems like ten years to me," she said seriously. "Now, y’all come on in here and get you some of this food. I know you hungry, and besides, those airplane people can't cook like Big Mama." Seven looked at me and smiled. "Funeral is tomorrow," she said calmly. "I guess I'll wear that new black dress that I got a few years ago for the Ashford and Simpson concert. I ain't never wore it."
"Big Mama, are you okay? Do you need me to do anything?" I asked.
"Child, I'm fine. I'm at peace, finally at peace. Bari, your Paw-Paw been sick for a long time, baby. And I don't think I've ever been happier in my life to see somebody go. I prayed for this, and the Lord answered."
I was confused. She had prayed for God to take Paw-Paw?
"But he seemed fine when he came for Daddy's funeral," I said, my voice cracking.
"Baby, your Paw-Paw was sick then, too. It just wasn't as bad. It seems like overnight the cancer just ate him alive. But Paw-Paw ain't feeling no pain, no discomfort and no worries. Oh, don't get me wrong now, Bari, I miss your Paw-Paw like I'd miss my right hand, but it would be selfish to wish him still alive. Do you understand, baby?" She asked, wiping tears from my face. "Now, eat them yams. You look like a rake handle. So skinny I can see your kidneys."
"Big Mama!"
"Well, I can!" She laughed, and Seven laughed with her. Actually, Seven was cracking up. "And you Mister," she turned her attention towards him, cutting his laugh short. "You better eat them greens, and I mean all of them. Keep you regular."
Now it was my turn to laugh.
It seemed like the whole family started showing up at once; Aunts and Uncles from Texas, Great Aunts from Memphis, Great Uncles from St. Louis, cousins from New Orleans, and ...it can't be. I held my fork in mid-air. Big Mama burst into tears.
"Bari, you alright?" Seven asked. "Are you choking?"
I couldn't answer.
"Boudine! Niecy! Y’all better come here and give Big Mama some love! I can't believe this!
Bari! Bari!” Big Mama hollered.
I got up from the table but couldn't move. Mama came over to me.
"Bari?" I nodded stupidly. "Baby, is that you? You look so beautiful. Look at my baby!" She cried, I mean literally cried.
"Hi, Mama," I said, skeptically.
She grabbed me into a tight hug.
"Bari! What's up, girl? That outfit is the shit though!" Niecy said, excitedly. "You rockin' them jeans." I looked down at the Yves St. Laurent jean outfit that Darshon