Girl… I haven’t lost my mom, but my grandma who helped raise me. And, 10yrs later, I still get bouncy balls to the tear ducts over some of the most trivial moments, items, words.

When I named our 4th child Mercy, after her traumatic birth because God was beyond merciful to me through it, I never realized her name would be one to smack me in the face when I least expected it. My grandma used to say “mercy mercy mercy” as a playful “shame on you”. And man, is my Mercy one of those kids my grandma would’ve had a ball with. I can just hear her voice saying Mercy’s name. Ugh.

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