I Remember Mama... In A Pandemic Way

Well happy Sunday everyone,. Today is a special day to me...  in a good way I should say. Today is Sunday, October 3, 2021. Literally, it has been 10 years since my mother passed. Although I won't say it's a holiday, this is certainly a very special day for me and my family. Something about this pandemic really sheds a different light. Normally as a family, we could kind of get together. Kind of talk about things. This year, we're literally spread across the world. We've done the phone calls and expressed things in our own separate ways. We've all gotten in touch with each other, one way or another. Obviously, me being more expressive, I'm throwing myself into my writing. I'm having conversations with others about sports, TV shows, and texts. Its very very interesting and it's okay. After seeing so many stories in the news anout mental breakdowns, suicides, and murders,  you get a chance to look at things more positively. And one of the things when it comes to manifestation is that you take action towards your outcome. You think positively. You lift yourself positively. You envision things positively. Then, you make the appropriate steps to get towards that level of positivity. This is something that I'm really trying on this day. Mom was always a bright light. She was always a spark. Our parents don't tell us everything they've been through, but she was an open book with us. She learned how to thrive, not just survive. She made sure that her family was her top priority. Literally between my brother, sister and I, she made sure that nothing was too good for her babies. Nothing was too far from her babies. She gave us a proper amount of discipline. We got the sunshine. We got the rain. And we always, always, always got the love. Mom was a giver. She was a teacher and her heart was as big as the Red Sea. She loved on everyone, she had no malice in her heart. Even growing up in Cleveland (as racist and prejudiced as it could be) she met people with a smile. She met people with a hug. She met people with love. People that encountered her felt love, felt her touch, felt her positivity. Even when she had to raise her voice to get her point across, people understood. People did what they needed to do to make sure that everything was made right. I honor her and all that she imparted to me. Remembering her reflects the love that she put into me. The life that she gave birth to by birthing me. And the fact that God picked her for me. He knew exactly whose arms I needed to be cradled. Whose love and support I needed then. Whose strength and perseverance I desperately in need of now. Again, I remember my mom in a happy way, even during this pandemic. Her love still shines through. And I couldn't think of a better way to make sure that her message is spread throughout the world. How do you remember your loved ones? What are some of the gems that you learned from them? What are some of the nuggets that you still carry with you until this day? Share your comments below. Thank you for reading this article, and supporting this blog space. Stay safe, masked and healthy. Take Care and God Bless!!!