Hi, Everybody!
Today’s blog post is short, sweet, and to the point.
It was three years ago today that Mother Harriette
Fields, one of the sweetest and dearest, most respected ladies at my church,
was called home to be with The Lord. She was just five months shy of 90 when
she passed away, and she was one who truly loved life and lived it to the
fullest. Though I’m grateful that she’s in a better place, I’m still a touch
heartbroken that she went to Heaven so soon. Yes, it’s been three years to the
day that she passed away, but she left such an impact on my life that sometimes
I can’t help but shed a tear or two.
What can I say, y’all—I am but a selfish little girl, but
y’all can’t blame me.
Mother Fields invested so much in me, from the time I was
a little infant to the moments leading up to her transition. She spoke with so
much passion about wanting to be there to see me graduate from Rust, but alas, that
cannot happen. Yes, I know that she will be there in spirit, but a part of me
still wishes that Mother Fields would be right there in the auditorium
alongside my family when I receive my Bachelor’s Degree in just two months.
Well, I know this much is certain: Mother Fields will
never be forgotten.
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