Today marks two years since my mother passed on. That started a season of losses - my love's sister passing, his diagnosis with cancer, my Dad passing, and Hollister's death. Until Hollister died in December, I just kept moving. Once he passed, it's all ground to a stop.

Most of today, though, has been OK. A friend of Hollister's was on Facebook while I was and we had a good chat. I tackled the job of sorting through some of his college papers and did well with that. It wasn't painful like I thought it would be.

Silly as it is, this afternoon I started thinking about what I'm feeling as a country song. I guess that started with a call about my uncles' old-time string band yesterday and it filled out today. I just finished figuring out the lyrics and thought I'd put them here. I call it "Bubba Blues."

The day we met I knew I was done

I saw you smile in the morning sun.

God spoke to me, I know it’s true

And said to me, “he won’t hurt you.”

You stood there with an ornery eye

That told me, “girl, you’re just my style.”

Your lines were lame like a boy’s first try

So smooth and sure I had to smile.

You left a half-breed dog and a crooked-neck cat

Your comfortable clothes and a crap Cadillac.

You left college books and worn-out shoes

And this old gal with the lonesome blues.

You stole my heart like you had a gun

We were broke but having fun

You had my heart and I had yours

We were alive while we were poor.

The day you left, you wanted home

And had to set off all alone.

Crossed old Jordan, deep and wide

And left me here on the other side.

You left a half-breed dog and a crooked-neck cat

Your comfortable clothes and a crap Cadillac.

You left college books and worn-out shoes

And this old gal with the lonesome blues.