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When a child is born, the time, for the most part, is considered a happy one.  As the child grows, there are happy and sad times.  When we reach the winter of our lives, depending on the condition of the individual and the environment in which they live, the time can be joyous or a daily challenge.  This week has been a mixed bag.

 

My Godmother passed this week and upon receiving the word, the tears flowed freely.  As a child in elementary school, I remember her allowing me to disrupt her early mornings by talking with my Godfather until the school bus came.   You see, I used to be a tomboy and fighting was a hobby.  The bus stop was in front of their home.  In order to stay out of trouble, each morning during those early school years, I would tap on their bedroom window and talk to my Godfather until the bus came.  She was so understanding. I will miss her.

 

Are you crying only for her loss?  This was a question that I had to ask myself.  Her passing pushed my mothers’ mortality to the forefront of my mind.  I realize that this is a constant reality but I try not to dwell on my mothers’ passing.  This thought made me see that I must do more introspection.  How prepared am I when the faithful day comes?  I thought that I was prepared but the passing of my Godmother clearly shows that I AM NOT THERE YET.  

 

Tell the people around you that you love them.  Tell them what they mean to you.  Make recordings of stories and family histories for future generations.  You’ll be glad that you did.  Try to keep cool and have a fun Funkadelic Friday.