Death has a way of giving life new meaning — Part I

My mother on her wedding day in Jamaica 1966

This had only been my second encounter with the passing of a close family member, the first being my grandmother in 1998 and then my mother in 2015. She was 67 years old. From these 2 pillars of strength that God saw fit to bless me with, I have learned countless lessons. I hope and pray that in my own matriarchal position I will be able to shine a portion of the light they have shone on me. I pray…