She remembers me doing the right thing.
She remembers me calling 911 as I saw my brother slammed, bloody, against the ground as she held back my screaming sister.
This story is a very personal one, but it's imperative I share my story. Like many women, I felt conflicted about the idea of wanting more. I was trying to win this war that so many of us moms fight every day. What's more important? My career or my family? I know the answer, but honestly, I couldn't help but want BOTH.
I have worked as a hospice nurse for about ten years now. I have seen a lot of death in that time, including during the holidays. I have worked with many patients and families, but there are a few that stand out. I would like to share my story of one of those who stood out, and deserved my utmost admiration.
My name is Cheryl Jones-Allie. Lately, as I reflect on my life, I have asked with sincerity, “Father, why am I here on Earth?” Some days I ask, “What would you like me to do?” “Am I working according to Your will?” After trekking on my soul’s path, the answers to my questions are being countered with my steadfast conviction. It took a long time to start this journey. I am still trekking on it. In recent days, I feel the answers to my questions. It feels like peace and joy.