My Grandmother, one of the most incredible women I've ever known turned 90 years old this past September. She has been through many of historical moments, ones that stand out for me is her growing up through the depression era, and two more recessions, her husband's death, virtiligo, a fire bomb through her front window, a bear in her driveway, the loss of four siblings, the election of Black President and a recent house fire 11 months ago. Many of these events have crushed the spirit and will to go on of a lot of people. But this past visit with her last week, I saw a change in her. Her hair was no longer dyed, no make-up on and clothes that fit, revealing a small frail frame and a genuine smile. She always avoids my camera, but this time she gave me a glimpse of her authentic self. She may be ninety, but she wears it well.
LOVE YOU GRANDMOTHER!!!!
My sister and Grandmother, October 1, 2009