Mamie J, as I affectionately called her, is someone who loved to joke around and give me a hard time, all in fun. She'd call my beard a "prickly pear" gave me a nickname of "Willy Will". She was always welcoming, warm.
The thing that stands out to me as paramount about Mamie's life is her kindness and concern for those without who were struggling. Cynthia tells the story of how Mamie wouldn't turn away single mothers in the 70s and 80s when she had her daycare, sometimes not charging to watch their children while they went to work. That love for others continued consistently into the time after I married her daughter Cynthia. That commitment to and concern for others has certainly been passed on to Cynthia as well as a very great gift given by a loving mother.
Mamie's love is also the last memory I shared with her. I went to visit her about three weeks ago at a time when speaking wasn't possible and she was immobile, in pain from stage 4 kidney failure. We held hands while i shared some pictures and talked with her. When I said good bye, I told her I loved her. To my surprise her arm went up in the air and slowly came over to me, clearly wanting to give me a hug. It was the last and most memorable hug I received from Mamie and one that I'll always remember.
We love you Mamie J. There was nothing you couldn't do on this earth. Thank you for the love and kindness you spread selflessly to a world that is very much in need of that. Peace be with you.