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  • I received a phone call from my Grandmother today. I love hearing her squeaky soft voice, but this time it was cracking, shaking, "Honey, I have some bad news. They are taking Mary home to die. The cancer is in her liver."

    Mary is my grandmother's friend of many years. She used to sing with us in the church choir; I will always remember her strong voice and kind eyes.

    This news was difficult to take, but what made it harder was having to hear the turmoil within my baba's words. She is a woman who is just over ninety one years old, and in those ninety one years she has had to bury two parents, one brother, one husband, two infant children, all of her cousins, and nearly all of her friends - a weighty load for such a petite woman.

    I paused without saying anything. I cannot even begin to process the heavy accumulation of loss she has weighed through. What could she be thinking? What could she be feeling?

    I finally asked her if she was ok. She responded, voice firm, "I'm fine. I'll always be fine. God is good."

    This woman truly is a marvel.
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