It has been 1 year since my Mommy died. She had been battling cancer for several years. Even though she tried to prepare us for her death, the finality of the event is something you can't prepare for.
As the youngest child I was insulated from all that was going on around me. As an adult I can only imagine how difficult it was for her to raise 5 children as a single parent. I remember when we lived in the projects how my mother never allowed the outside world to penetrate our home. Regardless of what was going on around us she never allowed us to become caught up in the cycle of drama around us. She nurtured us, disciplined us and gave us all we needed to become strong men and women.
Her wisdom and guidance is sorely missed in our family. Her advice was always right on point. It may not have always been what you wanted to hear, but you could rest assured she was right. When I look at my sisters, and even my daughter, I see her stamp etched deep into the fabric of our family.
After 1 year I can still feel my Mommy's presence. As I walk my path in life I can still hear her words guiding me thru. Her spirit is in all of our hearts, and because of that she will live forever.