Met my mom, Pamela Hennigan. She was born in San Antonio, Texas 1965. Her dad was in the Army and they moved around a lot as a little girl, but somewhere in-between she ended up in South West Louisiana. After having a rough childhood, although as she say, “it wasn’t always bad” she dropped out of school in the 11th grade and never received her GED. She did get one thing great out of school and that was my dad. They were high school sweethearts and those baby blue eyes always had her wrapped. My dad was a few years older than she was, but thankfully, through an old skating ring he finally asked her out on a date. In fact, I think the words that came out of his mouth were, “so when was the last time you went on a date”? They saw the movie, “E.T.” and she cried on their first date. Soon after my dad graduated high school, they married and had a baby girl. MEEEEEEE – their one and only. I always like to say my dad rescued her and that is all I have to say about those times in her life.
My dad really cared if she worked or not but she always held a job in some way or form. She has always been a hard worker with different miscellaneous jobs, until working at the post office as a mail carrier.
Later on as I graduated high school and married, my mother quite working at the post office for over a year as she graciously help me out with a newborn. Not that I could not take care of my baby, but my baby had many medical issues and I did not have the supported I needed in a marriage at the time. She went back to the postal service as she continues to work there today, but it has not always been easy working there. You see she went through a bad accident, as she ran over by a garbage truck. It was a very long court case and settled with a very small amount of money. At this time, she was involved in another accident (on the mail route) that consisted of a car hitting the side of vehicle. If not to make matters worse, during all of this, she received a phone call that her little brother hung himself in his garage.
You could imagine the stress level of this over-worrier, like herself. I truly and honestly believe this is what triggered her cancer because not long after all this, “life drama” is when we found out that ovarian cancer was now in our lives. Of course, she always had a fight in her. She would look at me and say stop crying, “Cheer up Charlie, it will be ok”. (Willy Wonka)
After, everything she has been through she is continue to stay strong. I honestly do not know how she has carried the weight of the world on her shoulders for 52 years but she has. After chemo and entering remission, I remember us on another adventure (Thelma and Louis) sobbing in the sit and saying, “All my life I have had to live in fear and now I have to spend the rest of my life in fear of cancer”. It truly broke my heart. The only words I could say were, “Cheer up Charlie, it will be ok”.
My mom never converted to Catholicism. However, our Priest blessed her marriage several months after their wedding. She always supported my dad in raising my Catholic and in our Faith. I do not know why she never converted, but she says she does not know if she agrees with Catholic ways. I respect that and understand her concerns. I do feel like if she would come across the right person to help her understand she would complete RCIA. Growing up she never went to church, her grandmother would bring her occasionally to a Baptist Church, but she never considered herself a religion.
My mom has always been kind and has always has a caring heart. I remember one time she saw an old man in Walmart and gave him 20 bucks out of her purse, just because he looked poor. I’ll never forget that. At the same time, she is a feisty little hornet that will sting you if needed. She is very stubborn and I dare you to talk back to her! With all this being said, she is a very fragile women and ultra-sensitive. I see her being child-like, as I have now taken the role of being her mother.
She is one of the funniest people I will ever meet. Her sense of humor will have you bowed over. You never know what is going to come out of her mouth and what she is going to say. She has a love for flowers and has never had a yard, which was not fully landscaped by her own two hands. She has more jewelry than anyone that I have ever known. Seriously. It’s ridiculous. She always says, “Just think Kacie all this will be yours” and I always reply with, “mom, I do not want it if I can have you for the rest of my life”.
Another thing you may not know is that when she was a teenager she feel off the top of a barn and broke her wrist. today, her bone still sticks out in an awkward shape.
She has never gotten a speeding ticket. Ever.
Her favorite sugar is doughnuts. Today we catch her mail truck parked outside of the shop. BUSTED!
This is my mom,