I would be a completely different adult if it wasn’t for my grandmother. Anyone who knew me as a teen knows this. She didn’t just teach me about life, she showed me with her daily living. She showed me how to channel anger and outrage into motivation for change. She has shown me that whatever I felt was unfair, she has faced and conquered much, much worse. What I face as racism in my lifetime, cannot compare to rural life in the segregated South.
I am who I am because of Grandma. My life honors her life. My children’s lives honor her life, even if they may not be directly aware of it.