It's Hard Being a Human

If I had to describe her in one word.. it would be “faithful.”

From the first time I met her, she treated me as one of her own. She loved me, and she was honest, brutally at time, but honest with me. She was kind.

I’ve met one other person like her and that was my Meemaw. She had the ear of God. She loved and loved hard. And was the person to go to when you needed a logical conversation. Shot from the hip.

We got the call on February 21st, that she had cancer. Immediately Brittany and I went to Columbus. We did not find tears or fear in that ER room that day, nor the days following. We found a woman who was secure in the life she lived and the destiny she was about to fulfill. Not one time did she question, “Why me?”

To me, Donna was not just Brittany’s mom. She was not just Niam’s “Nini.” She was not just my “maw-n-law,” as I affectionately called her. She was my friend. And I miss my friend. I miss long talks. I miss the pride she had on her face when we spoke of my endeavors. I miss watching her play with Niam. I miss the look of love she had when she and Brittany were talking.

For 15-16 year, she worked for her county’s Sheriff’s Dept. We found a lot of common ground in that and shared a lot of stories. She loved McDonald’s fish sandwiches and I will never eat another without thinking of her.

Her faith in God was unsurmountable. One we should all strive to have. Never questioning. Never wondering.

Thankfully, we were in a financial place, and had support from my parents, so Brittany could be with her mom before she passed, while she was well, and also be with her when she transitioned into the place she was so looking forward to going.

Brittany’s life is forever changed. My life is forever changed. So is that of all that knew and loved her. We are better for having been blessed by her, and that’s why we miss her so terribly.

April 27th doesn’t seem like all that long ago, and yet it feels like a lifetime ago.