It goes without question that I must write some thoughts and
memories about my Mom-mom as she waits for Jesus to call her through the
“pearly gates” she’s been yearning for the last couple weeks. I still feel kind
of weird calling her “Mom-mom,” when everyone else refers to her as “Grandma.”
I don’t think it really hit me that the name I use for her is all that unique
until I left Delmarva and discovered that “mom-mom” is lingo largely native of
Sussex County. I was taught to call her “Mom-mom,” and since I’ve only ever
called her by that name I won’t stop now.
