I don’t think very much about being proud of myself, because I’m just being “me.”  But I feel like a good person.  I know how grateful my uncle is for my love, my help and support.  He didn’t have anyone else in his world to do what I have done for him.  It was exhausting for me.  There were days when I didn’t want to do it anymore.  But I continued on.  They didn’t have children, so “I was it”, that’s how I thought about what I was doing. It is just what I needed to do.  And I’m glad to have done it, and I will continue to be there for him as he has a lot of grieving ahead of him.

And at the same time, I volunteered with several organizations, including TBE, to write postcards to voters in Georgia and Texas.  I was one of many.  There is so much more I have wanted to do with the Racial Justice group at TBE, but now that I have a grandchild to take care of 2 days/week, and another one on the way, and I still need to work, I just don’t have the extra time.