Mommy and her friends at Russo’s on the Bay at a Post office reunion. Uncle Goode sent me this and boy oh boy was I startled this morning. I see her life as a testament that you reap what you sow. It takes under ten seconds to tell anyone what you do for a living. My Mother worked in the Post office her entire career. After a brief stint as a teenager with Auntie Helen at ironically the phone company. Choosing a federal job over the BANK! She was hired on the SPOT as a woman of color because she was a mathematical genius. Courtney inherited that trait for her. She was seventeen years old. Tour 1 like a FOOL (11pm-7am)she would say. After she began working in the Vault 7am-3pm after almost thirty years of the night shift. She was in the vault in the Post Office at JFK in NYC on September 11, 2001. She was concerned about me getting home newly hearing impaired at MetroTech downtown Brooklyn. I love EVERYTHING about you Ma but the BEST thing was you were so GENUINE. I’m going to wri
I truly want to Thank GOD for ALL He does for ME! I give him ALL The Glory! He has TRULY changed my life for the BETTER! It didn’t happen OVERNIGHT! Each day is a gift and a LESSON. Change is NECESSARY! Some people have been the SAME way their entire lives….it’s SAD! It’s not authenticity-it’s remaining stagnant. My Mother raised me to be independent and humble. She showed me an example of who a hardworking and caring human being was. I don’t care who don’t LIKE me. I LIKE me! I don’t care who doing what! I don’t compare my journey or the one my children are on with ANYONE. I keep the ones who love and get me CLOSE. Quarantine and Covid taught me that we will RUN out of TIME. My last memory of my Aunt Zabrina is her sitting at the table holding J.J. rocking him. I said to her “this your baby!” She said to me “y’all all my babies.” I didn’t spend the last time-I MEAN the LAST time with my Uncle James talking about ANYTHING that didn’t matter. We talked about his youth in The Rocka