The problem that happens when people die from murder is that no one hears these things about them. The news portrays this salacious story. They say their name and then follow it up with gruesome details. But my mother is more than what they say about her in the articles and stories. She is more than the last minutes of her life.
She is all the things I mention and more. She is a friend, a sister, a mother, an aunt, a Godmother, a grandmother, a daughter, a wife. She is a woman of God and acted as such to her last day. She spent her working days taking care of people. She helped the kids she worked with but she was more than that. She loved them. And she loved her co-workers and her school. That love ways palpable when you were around her.
I never heard her utter a bad word about anyone. She gave to others before she gave to herself. She taught me and Jenny patience, love, understanding, forgiveness and most of all how to live gracefully.