Compassion

My apologies for getting this out late, but we have had some unexpected news in my family. On the morning of September 11, 2017, I lost my grandmother. Therefore 9/11, a day already  synonymous with heart-break and loss, will be even a more memorable day in my life. After fighting sickness for a year, my Jojo took her last breath and went to be with her heavenly Father.

    My grandmother was a caring woman, but she also had a sense of humor. The following Wednesday, my entire family lined the front of the church for a visitation ceremony immediately preceding the funeral. As the line formed, my dad stood to my left, and on my right, in order, was my brother, sister and mom.

    The visitors began to line up through the church, one by one. Many of the people I had known all of my life having grown up in a small community, but others I had not met before. One particular lady who I had never met, was hunched over slowly making her way through the line to give kind words to the family. She spoke to my mother, followed by my siblings, before she approached me. She seemed like a nice woman, and she could not have been a day over 100. She leaned in to hug my neck and asked: “now, you must be Tami’s better half?”

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