There Is A Time

As many of you already know my mother made her transition into the next life on Friday, March 10. During my time of grieving I've learned a lot about myself and those around me. First, I discovered that I am a lot stronger than I have ever given myself credit for. A strength that my mother recognized a long time ago. Now I will have to rely on that inner strength as I try to go on with my life. Secondly, I realized that things are never as they seem. My mother never shared with others that she was dying. A woman filled with pride, her death came as a surprise to those who were not in her inner circle. Since my mothers passing I have been fortunate to take in the goodness of those around me, such as my close friends and my extended family from Cherie Quarters, Baton Rouge, Dallas, New Roads, Lafayette, Maryland and San Francisco. I thank each of you from the bottom of my heart for your kindness and generosity.
In addition to my spirituality and faith in the creator, I have found inspiration in the writings of Vanessa Alexander Johnson "When Death Comes a Knockin." Vanessa doesn't bore you with technical jargon, but instead she keeps it real and down to Earth. Her book feels like a conversation between two friends. And believe me when I tell you that when you are grieving that last thing you want to hear is the textbook version for how you should be feeling. For those of you who enjoy my blogs, there maybe some time lapse in my posts but bare with me as I am going through a transition of learning how to live without my best friend and mom.

"There is a time to live and there is a time to die" Ecclesiastes 3:1