roy wade mattocks age 63, with his "doogie dog" in gods arms
by gloria h. mattocks
(lexington, north carolina)
roy's eyes were green. his hair soft brown and curly. he was a "wood carver" in his spare time...there wasn't anything he couldn't make out of wood, beautiful staffs and wood numphs..tables and beautiful benches..anything you wanted. he wasn't just a "hobbiest" but, a real artist. people from all over this country have his pieces. they were his gifts to them. he wouldn't take credit for that word though. he was too humble for the word "artist".I gave him silly little nicknames like "roy-boy" and ro-bo". he started out calling me "little buddy" and after 40 yrs together I was referred to as "boss lady". we thought alike and family said we were "soulmates". they were right because, I feel as though only half of me is left behind now. "doogie dog" was our english bulldog of many years ago. parents couldn't love their children any more than we loved our doogie...roy's with him now. he said he wanted to see him again. I would give what's left of this life here to just sit beside roy on our patio. listen to him talk again. rock in our chairs. eat tomato sandwiches. he had such a wonderful soothing way about him. always calm and level headed. I felt like I could accomplish anything and do it right as long as he was beside me. roy always looked towards the future. always trying to make life easier for me to deal with. he wanted to be with god but he wanted to stay here with me too. roy had a beautiful soul. an "old" soul, full of love and understanding for others. I used to joke with him about that. I'm positive that he's with god and jesus and mary. I just pray that god will let us have a lifetime together again.