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Wednesday's Child

"Wednesday's child is full of woe..."

She was born on a Wednesday and died on a Wednesday, and looking at her life, you could see how the childhood rhyme could've applied. Death had visited her more than a few times...both of her parents by 13, her husband at 42, and a host of other siblings, relatives, children, and friends in her lifetime. And all of that went on within a 30 mile radius of where she grew up in Jim Crow's South.

Yet...

She had a special brand of joy. Her faith in God was strong, and although she wasn't a wealthy woman by any means, she had plenty of love around her. And we all loved her. Even now, two years after we said our final goodbye, I still think of her every day. Her words and laughter continue to shape my life as I grow up into a woman I think she'd be proud of.

And so today, through my tears, I celebrate the life and times of my precious Granny...my first friend and best magic, and an all-around awesome woman.

Comments

MackDiva said…
Thank you, Darling!
Redbonegirl97 said…
That's so sweet.

Tiffany
http://liferequiresmorechocolate.blogspot.com

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