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| Dear friends,
Everything changed on September 1st. I got the call that my mother, who had been living with Alzheimer's, had suffered a cardiac event and was declining fast. I flew to Phoenix. I got to sit with her, pray with her, and hold her hand. On September 6th, I was with her as she took her last breath.
That same day, I flew back to Kansas City to help my daughter move into UCLA. Grief and gratitude arrived in the same breath, and I learned I didn't have to choose between them. I could mourn my mother and celebrate my daughter's next chapter at once.
Mom raised my sisters and me as a single parent, a teacher who worked evenings and on the weekends, designing and sewing dance costumes and other items. I still don't know where she found the extra hours in the day to make sure we felt supported, had real opportunities, and grew into people who cared about others. In her last days, I told her the truth--her journey had been beautiful, and it was time to rest.
Since then, messages have poured in from her former students, each one telling us how much she shaped their lives. Mom was a teacher. She showed me what a mentor looked like before I ever knew the word. Because of her, I knew how to show up for my own daughter the way she had shown up for my sisters, for me, and for her students.
Mom's legacy isn't a memory. It's still moving in every student she taught, everyone she came across, and everyone she loved.
When I returned to work, I walked into my office at UMKC and found my desk covered in cards from colleagues I'd known for less than two months. Your calls, messages, and texts of support and prayer have truly lifted me and my sisters up. It has reminded us that we don't carry each other through seasons like this out of obligation. We carry each other because it's how love works. |
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| Mom was a teacher her entire career, and long after her students left her classroom, they kept coming back to tell her what she meant to them.
She believed in people other people had given up on.
She was there at my very first MIND Summit, and every one after, for as long as she was able.
That's not a coincidence. It's the whole reason this organization exists, and it's why I want her legacy tied to it going forward.
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| When her best friend, my mother, was diagnosed with cancer, then later with Alzheimer's, Aunt Nevada flew to Phoenix again and again. She made memory books, photos labeled with names and faces, to help my mom hold onto who her family was. And when my mom's life was ending, Aunt Nevada sat at her bedside, brought humor into a heavy room, and advocated for her comfort until her very last breath.
She was my mother's best friend since the eighth grade, a fellow single parent who built a life alongside her, and a geriatric physician whose expertise became a gift to our whole family in our hardest season.
My mother didn't have sisters of her own. Aunt Nevada was as close to one as she ever had. |
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