– James Allen, As a Man Thinketh
I spent a lot of time with my grand mother Lesa, my mothers mother, as a kid. Her little house on the hillside, with bananas planted at the back, a back door so high I am still shock I never fell out and of course that red floor.
I would listen to her sing as she did chores around the yard, she always sings. My mama was a kickass cook and baker and everyone loved her for it. People passing by would often yell,
“Miss Lesa, mi smell di pudden.”
“Miss Reid di tuto nuh readi yet?”
And she always knew who it was that was passing by…
Mama Reid was not rich as we classify wealth in today’s world but yet she was. There was always a breadfruit, a piece of yam, some fruits, a plate of food that had to be taken to someone or was “put up” for someone.
I asked her once why she always cooked so much she replied, “someone might come.” I never understood her logic until I got older. I remember listening to her nightly and morning devotions. She always prayed for everyone, yea I mean everyone in my family and whoever at her church was sick or whatever, everyone.
Yes she was the glue to kept the pieces from falling apart, she was vigilant, strong, empathetic and courageous.
I learned from my mama that I should love even when it seems impossible, that I should never give up on my family, that I should pray for everyone and that I am responsible for me.
I often picture her laughing so hard her entire body shook, or hear her voice answering a question in my head. And when this happens I remember that this life has a beginning and an end but what you do on the journey between is what determines who you are.
I am Destiny Brown saying, Mama Reid you are a pillar what hold me firm and strong. I will love and miss you forever.