A Week, An Anniversary, A Legacy
Last year, I sat down and wrote about the details of Mama's death for the first time in this post: An Anniversary . Today begins what amounts to a week-long anniversary for me now every year. It has been seven years now since I lost her. She may be gone, but she passed down so much to me. Here's just a few I've been thinking of lately. Her perspective was formed by her suffering . People outside of our family who knew Mama are shocked to find out how much suffering Mama experienced in her lifetime. I think that was a reflection of her generation along with her as an individual. Many times, she pointed out people to me whose troubles were far worse than mine. Mama knew both the heartbreak of not always being able to help her medically fragile son and the pain of losing him. It seemed to put all other suffering in perspective for her because she had endured that ultimate pain....