When gloom beckons and threatens to suffocate me in its embrace, I think of you.
It is you more than anyone else on this planet who has served as my lighthouse, that inspiration that allows me to cast down which would encumber me in hopelessness of can’t, won’t, don’t and impossible.
It is through you that I learned that heroism doesn’t merely exist within the confines of myth or within the yellowed pages of history books.
I’ve sat at your feet, as an apt student – as your Grandson and listened earnestly at your recollections of our family, being inspired at how you’ve circumnavigated setbacks as if they never existed, you are heroic, like those who have come before you.
Over the course of nearly a century you’ve stared down racism, discrimination, sexism, financial travails and the like to ultimately stand in conquest of them.
Unselfishly you shared your secret with me:
You’ve taught me that hanging your head is never the path to triumph.
Through you, I know it can be done, because you are a shining example of fortitude burnished in an indefatigable resolve.
Thank you for being larger than life, for teaching me that the power of family is incorruptible. Thank you for the honor of being your Grandson.
Your footsteps are too big for my shoes, but I will attempt to honor them nonetheless.
Because you are worthy.
I love you BigMama – Happy Birthday 94th birthday.
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