: About Me

I knew she was sick, old, and she was going to die soon. What I wasn't ready for was the call to "come say goodbye for the last time." My mentor, role model, and friend was leaving this world. The one who'd nurtured me when I was sick, held me when I cried, and believed in me when no one else would. The woman who taught me how to plant a garden, and told me stories as we worked. I neared the house, passing her old rose bushes that had been replanted at my aunts a season before. The same fragrance was in the air as when I was a little girl in grandma's garden, fresh and sweet. The color of ...