Jean
Cervantes
Dear Ma,
This past January, two of your children drove from Green Bay to Texas. It reminded me of your special relationships with cars and road trips. As a teen, you drove stock cars. Just after high school you and your best friend, Joyce, drove to California, working along the way. You loved your maroon Chevy Impala. Taught your kids how to drive in the cemetery. And let us sing “The Horse Put It’s Foot on the Ground” on the way to swimming. Road trips with you usually began in the middle of the night. And when the person behind the wheel got tired, you didn’t bother stopping the car to switch drivers… just hop over from the back seat and slide over to make room. We all miss you Ma. May the roads wherever you are be free of skunks.