MawMaw
Maw Maw When I was a kid, my favorite grandmother was MawMaw. She was so loving and kind and a saint. She was a person of impeccable character, deep and abiding faith, and commitment to her family, which included the grandkids. She was raised deep in the mountains of eastern Kentucky, yet her quiet demeanor and simple class made her a favorite of all people wherever she and PawPaw lived. They moved several times because he was an outstanding pastor and very much in demand. We loved her so. That is the reason that at the age of 9, it was a shock to hear that she was dying. I really did not understand fully the word cancer nor could I perceive the horrific mutilation it caused to her body until I got older. Though I can’t be sure of all the details, I did tell my parents that I wanted to see her. They told me that they did not allow children in the hospital. I begged, but I thought to no avail. But then I was told that we were going to see her. An...