Last November, my eighty-eighty year old mother, Esther Ray McGinnis, passed over. She was a lover of butterflies, people and everything purple. She left many good friends and family that will miss her dearly.
I witnessed many fine attributes in my mom—her love and acceptance of people, her appreciation of a good time spent with family and friends, her willingness to give her time and energy to her church, as well as to organizations that were meaningful to her, her skill at sewing and crafting and her passion for singing, music, the ballet and theatre.
One of the most important things she modeled for me was her courage. When she was fresh out of secretarial school, World War II was in full force and she landed a job at the Navy Department in Washington, DC.
This was a big move for a small town girl from Ohio, but the call of adventure and opportunity had her packing her bags.
After Pearl Harbor, she was pulled back to Ohio by the love of my father, with her memories of spreading her wings for a brief moment of time.
Years later, when I struck out for the East coast in search of adventure and possibility, she urged me to go for my dreams.
With her encouragement, I was able to overcome my homesickness and longing for the familiarity of home.
She urged me to stick it out to see what I could discover about myself, spread my wings and explore who I could become.
Because of her, I have created a life for myself beyond my wildest childhood dreams, filled with new experiences, depth and richness.
I am grateful to have had her for my mother. I will miss her very much and will always carry her essence and love in my heart.