What's your name?

Despite that it shows this is Corbin's blog, this one is actually mine.  I'm Cathy or little mama depending on who you ask.  Now my daddy didn't give me this name, our neighbor did actually and can you guess why?  I tend to be a bit bossy and apparently I've had this trait all my life because I acquired this name before I was even 5.  So now if you knew my daddy well you most likely had a nickname.  So my mom is sivie-o or Nellie when he wanted to rattle her feathers.  He had a nephew he called Da.  His sister was Tiny.  He called one girl spot and until recently I never knew why.  I had friends and he never could remember their names so he called them Volkswagen mama and tattoo mama.   A lady at church attended a ladies dinner with my mom, they served lasagna a but apparently it had very little meat in it, so she asked my mom "where's the beef" like the old ad, so mom told dad about this when she got home, so from then on she was known as where's the beef lady.  He has a friend who he swears sounds like Kitty Wells, the country singer and one lady he swore looked just like Minnie Pearl.  My husband was Chris-co and so was a coworker before that.  Daddy called one worker just TP, which were his initials. One guy that hung around daddy for many years was Dean-o.  When I started keeping Chris's nephew Devin, daddy couldn't remember his name either so he called him Dog.    My nephew Robert became OBT and that stuck for years but it was mostly because that is the only letters he could remember from his name.  But my favorite nickname story has to be Corbin's  story.  When I found out I was pregnant daddy instantly through of the idea to name our baby if it was a boy...Herman Omer Tweedell.  Herman after his daddy, Omer after Chris's granddaddy, and well you know where Tweedell came from.  Now why would be choose this?  So his initials would be HOT.  Well I ended up having a boy but his name is not HOT, instead we named him Corbin Wilson Tweedell.  Even though I didn't name him HOT that is all my daddy ever called him.   Daddy couldn't wait til this summer he wanted to holler outside when Devin was over and say hey HOT and DOG y'all want a hot dog?
I love my nickname and even though daddy didn't give it to me, I loved when he called me that.   I tried to persuade him to buy me a Mother's Day gift one year because he calls me little mama all the time but it didn't work. And even though daddy was good at giving names he was just plain ol Harold to everyone.  Well he was my daddy pop but everyone else including his grandson just called him Harold.  Grandpa was for old people and daddy never acted old.

The Purpose of this Blog

On May 19, 2014 I woke up and it felt like any other day.  Other than Corbin and I battling a cold everything in our little world was perfect.  We were just hanging out on the couch and at 9:30 am my phone rang.  I saw it was my daddy's phone number and with it being Monday I knew a to do list was waiting for me on the other end of phone, or at least that is what I expected.  Sadly I was wrong, it was my mom telling me that daddy had fallen and he was being taken to the hospital.  Now daddy had fallen recently but he refused to go to the hospital, mom bandaged him up and back to work he went, so I knew it was serious if he was already heading to the hospital.  I threw on our clothes and took off out the door just Corbin and I since Chris was working.  When I got to the hospital the chaplain meet me at the door and I felt like the air had been knocked out of me.  I knew it was bad.  We couldn't see him nor did we have any information.  What seemed like hours passed but I'm sure it was only a few minutes a group of doctors came in and told us that it was bad and he didn't make it.  My world came crashing down.  The first man I loved, the one who spoiled me, loved me with no conditions was gone.  In the blink of an eye everything was upside down.  I wanted to run, get away from this horrible news, or better yet just wake up to find out this is just some horrible nightmare!  I couldn't run away or wake up, this was it.  My daddy, the best daddy in the world was gone.  Somehow I managed to call Chris to tell him  and he was already on his way.  The next week would be the hardest days if my life.  This past week I have cried more than I ever have before.  As much as I have cried I have laughed too.  If you knew my daddy you know he loved to make people laugh.  He loved telling jokes and if daddy liked you he would pick on you.  Most people he knew had a nickname.  We've been completely blessed to be surrounded by friends and family during this time and over this past week I've heard so many stories of funny things my daddy did and ways he has helped people out.  Over the years I'm sure I will forget all these little memories so I dearly want to hold on to.  So here is my solution, I will begin documenting them here,  I am going to try to keep it updated with silly things daddy did or said and I hope that if you are reading this that you leave reading this with a smile and a laugh.