I’ve watched my mother survive nearly everyone she loved throughout her life until now there are so few left. When I couldn’t be there, her sister was. Her church was. Her neighbors were because she’d extended herself all her life, not just to me, her child, but to everyone around her, and they wanted to extend themselves to her. That’s community. Yes, there is power in making your own way and joy in sharing it. Sharing it with your family. Sharing it with your friends. And—if you find the blessing of it—with the love of your life.
