This past Saturday, my family and I had the honor of celebrating the life and legacy of my maternal grandmother, Ella McBride Williams, also known as, my Mema. I called her my
Mema, as if she only belonged to me, which according to my 6-year-old cousin, couldn’t have been further from the truth. Carrington and I battled almost daily on who Mema belonged to and usually decided she was both of ours 🙂
On Monday, August 29, 2016, Mema took her last breath after an extensive battle with ALS, known commonly to most as Lou Gehrig’s disease. Mema was 83-years-old and up until the day she died, she had a smile that could light up the room and a hug that would take away any ailment, need or fear. She was the matriarch, the comfort, the dream catcher, the secret keeper, the prayer warrior and the peacemaker. Mema was and will always be, the gift to us.
In honor of Grandparents Day this coming Sunday, this week’s post is from the archives. Ironically, it was originally shared about a year ago and I don’t think it’s a coincidence that I need it again at this time in my life and maybe the same is true for you.
So often, there are things we want to experience or dreams we’re scared of making come true because of (insert your reasons here). Instead of trying, we hope, wish and even pray, but we won’t DO. Mema suggested that we should just try…and that way you’ll always know. Simple, direct, and full of truth. That was my Mema and I’ll always cherish the time I was able to learn from her. Click the link below and hopefully, you’ll find something in her wisdom for you as well.