June 1, 2020
If I could go back, and relive one day of my life, I would want to share my grandchildren and my great grandchildren with my mother. My mother passed, she was only 48 years old. My children she knew, my brother’s children, she knew. But some of her grands she didn’t know. My youngest brother, she never got to know any of his children because she had passed already. I have grandchildren that she has never known because those children, their mother and father were kids when she passed. I have great-grands, that would be her great, great-grands, that I would love to share with her. I know she would be grand and a great-grand that would spoil them rotten. Also, one of my great-grands was born on her birthday, which was April 3.
She would be so proud of them. I have 10 grandchildren, and all 10 of them graduated from high school. One of them went to college, he has two degrees. I have one grand-daughter now who’s in university, she’s studying criminal justice. One of my grandsons, the one with two degrees, his major is sports management. All the other little ones are coming up, and they’re just so smart. They’re all doing things that their granny and their great-granny, great, great-granny would be so proud of them. And she never got to experience any of that.
She, at 48, and I’m now, God bless me, to be 68 years old. I’m older than she was, I’m almost double her age. If I could go back and live one day, that would be the day I would want to live, is her meeting her grands that she never got to meet, and her great-grands, and great, great-grands.
She would also know that this year, her daughter, has been called into the ministry – I’m a minister. And that, she would’ve been very proud of, that I’m an ordained minister. None of this she’s gotten to share, to know or to see. To enjoy. That would be the one thing, if I could go back.
My mother loved children. She was the grandmother of the neighborhood. When she passed she thought she had 100 children! She was that grandma. My kids, all their friends, called her Grandma. She was grandma to all of them. Even my friends’ children, and even my friends, she was mom to them. She was just that type of person. She was a no-nonsense person. She let you know what you could and could not do, in her house and around her. What she could accept and could not accept from you, but she still loved you. You just couldn’t do those things!
She’s been gone many, many years. Sometimes it feels like yesterday, but you know, life has still been good. There have been ups and downs, but nothing has promised us that it’s going to be rosy all the time. When we fall, we get up, we learn from our errors, and we try to become better through any errors or mistakes that we made, any faults that we have. And we just keep moving. That upbringing that you had, that foundation that was laid in you, is what keeps you going. It makes you look back and you say, “ok, I can’t do this.” You remember that you weren’t allowed to do these things when you were growing up or when you were younger. As an adult, you find yourself conforming and you do the same with your children, your grands, your great-grands. You teach them the same way.