“In the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”
― Abraham Lincoln
Today is my sister’s birthday. This quote certainly defines the substance of her life. When she retired from South Central Bell/Bell South she immediately found other things to keep her involved in life.
She is a docent at the Eudora Welty House; the Governor’s Mansion; the New Capitol Building. She is on the Mississippi Historical Commission. She volunteers for her church one-half day a week and at the Jackson-Evers International Airport one-half day a week. There are numerous other things she did and continues to do for her community. When someone in that community needs to have something done “right” they call her.
These activities do not keep her from always being there for her family. Not having children of her own, she adopted all her nieces and nephews. They have been the recipient of her generosity.
She and her husband contribute generously to one university and one community college, the one where three of us attended, plus her husband.
Those in her life know that her life has changed other lives in a good way. She stands up for her values and accepts people as she finds them. If there is change in their lives it is through her example, not through her pushing her views onto you.
She is 84 today and my wish is that when it is time for me to go that she will be there to hold my hand.