“My Memaw had a brain aneurysm that left her unable to live alone when I was 15, followed quickly by dementia. She didn’t always know who we were. Some days she talked. Some days she didn’t. Some days she had it together. And some day, well, some days were rough.”
‘Somehow, she still managed to pray for each one of her children and grandchildren, by name, every single night. The nurses were always stunned by this. But we never were.’
‘I went from my chaotic life at home, to being homeless, to living with my Vice Principal and her family.’
“I never gave up on my dreams and I am still learning to accept the love I have been given. I know now that my mom was wrong and I don’t have to prove that to anyone.”