Thursday, February 20th, 2014 09:13:28
In Praise of Phases of Life
Thursday is my mother’s birthday; she would have been 78. This is the first year that she won’t be with us to celebrate, but will be in heaven looking down. In my mind, she is still with us in spirit and love.
My mother came from a long line of strong-willed women. Her grandmother ran a county store in rural Georgia. Her mother, one of 11 children, ran away from the family farm, with the help of her mother, to go to the big city of Columbus, Georgia, and earn her nursing degree. She was the first in her family to finish high school.