Boldness and Choice
One of the things that I grieved the most when my mother died was that I didn’t have more time to be in her presence. In the last few years of her life, she had become a bold and vibrant woman, unapologetic for who she was and what she thought was worth fighting for. I loved that she had finally reached the stage in her life where she didn’t care what others thought of her. She stood so firmly in her own presence and unique giftedness to the world. She burned very brightly right until the end of her life when