“A Resilient Spirit”

As we approach this year’s “Light the Night Walk”, I find it only fitting to dedicate this portion of the blog in celebration of my mother and her couragous fight against the dreaded ‘C” word-cancer. At the age of 89 my mother was diagnosed with Leukemia with the prognosis of two-three months to live. My siblings and I decided to keep the diagnosis from her and let her “last days be her best days.” But being Momma, she knew more about what was happening than we did. Also, being Momma she didn’t let on until the end because she wanted her children to realize the teachings of she and my father—that this world is not our home and, therefore, everyday must be preparation day for “that day.”

And that’s the beauty of how she handled her diagnosis—knowing it was in God’s hands while also knowing that she was ready and knowing that she and her husband had well prepared their children to accept the inevitably of death. Momma was steadfast in her faith UNTIL THE END.

Carlissa