Today, we celebrate what would have been the 97th birthday of our beloved mother, born in 1928 in a little town called Shakerag in North Carolina. Her early life was shaped by loss and resilience. After her mother, Bessie Johnson, passed away in 1935, she was lovingly raised by her aunts, uncles, and grandfather. From them, she learned strength, kindness, and the value of community — lessons that stayed with her throughout her life.
On May 5, 1953, she married our father, Ren, and together they began building a life grounded in love and perseverance. Their time together was cut short when our father passed in 1968, leaving her to raise their seven children on her own. But even in the face of unimaginable hardship, she never wavered.
Her strength wasn’t flashy — it was quiet, steady, and deep. Despite financial struggles, our home was filled with what mattered most. My mother’s resourcefulness ensured we never felt we were lacking. She had that rare gift of “making a way out of no way,” and she taught us, by example, how to do the same.
She leaned on her faith, often turning to Psalm 91 — the Psalm of Protection. Its promises offered her real strength and direction, and to this day, its words echo in my heart during difficult times.
Her ability to manage limited resources was nothing short of miraculous. She could turn the simplest ingredients into delicious meals that filled our home with warmth. With her sewing machine, she turned bits of fabric into beautiful outfits and made us feel like the richest children in the world.
But her love didn’t stop at our family. Our home was open — a safe place for anyone in need. Whether it was a neighbor, a friend, or a relative passing through, she welcomed them with grace and compassion. She didn’t just raise her children — she nurtured a community.
Reflecting on her life, my heart swells with pride and humility. She never asked for recognition. Her reward was in our laughter, our safety, our futures. The values she lived by — strength, faith, generosity, and dignity — are still with us. They show up in the way we carry ourselves, in the way we love, and in the way we endure.
Although she passed in 2003, her legacy continues to inspire us. She showed us that even in the hardest moments, love and faith can turn struggle into strength, and lack into abundance.
Happy Birthday, Momma.
We love you.
We miss you.
And we carry you with us — always.