I wrote a similar letter a number of years ago, but I think it's time that I once again thanked the women who helped raised my brothers and myself.
My mother died at the age of 39 in 1969 after a longer battle with cancer. I was then 16 years old and my brothers were 13 and 11.
After mom's death, we got invited regularly to the homes of aunts, cousins and just friends for dinner, where we were given one instruction from dad: "Eat everything like you like it and maybe next time they'll serve something you really like."
But I want to thank these special ladies for not just feeding us, but watching out for us. We were lucky, in that we grew up in a neighborhood that was a community. Every parent watched out for every child. Not until I had children of my own, did I realize how lucky I was for the parenting and mothering, we received from a number of individuals who did not have to help.
Now I know I'm going to miss someone but I again would like to thank my aunts Dolly, Fannie and Wanda; my cousin Linda; Shirley; and Ms. Kay, Ms. Lee, Ms. Betty and Ms. Mae and all of the other women that were there for us.
Happy Mother's Day!