Someone said it's what happens during the dash that matters most... That she even lived as long as she did was a miracle.
I
still remember how dramatically my Auntee Lillian described her birth.
The midwife had given her up because she weighed only 1 lb., 1 ounce. "I
kept working with her" Auntee said, and then she made a sound. Auntee
said she would feed her with a medicine dropper and dress her in doll's
clothes. She said my grandmother was very sick and was fearful of holding her at first.
That little baby became a remarkable woman, and her positive
impact on so many lives is still being felt.
Fifteen years ago today, she died at Washington Hospital Center. It was the first time I'd heard the phrase "pulmonary embolism".
There are sights from that day that still fill my mind, but as the years pass, pleasant thoughts and memories overtake and replace the painful ones.
Finding old photos of her makes me smile.
Miss you, Mommy.
Rest in peace.
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