Sara Mae Thacker Cox

I am her eldest son. When I was very young, I suffered ,what is now termed, night terrors. I still remember Mom gently waking me up and hugging me, telling me that everything was ok, I was safe. She would take me into her bedroom and let me sleep beside her. My father was hardly ever home. I can still recall the low humming sound that the large electric GE clock made. It sat on the two drawer cabinet beside her bed. I went from scared out of my mind and screaming in tears to feeling loved, safe and peaceful. Mom was always on my side and understood me even when I did not understand myself. I miss her every day. I love you mom. Michael