We misplaced my beloved mother-in-law, Elsie Jane Black, in September of this yr. Mother, or “Momma Else,” as her son and my husband, Eric, referred to as her, had a smile that will gentle up a room and soften away any troubles. She was a loyal mom, spouse and sister. Momma Else was additionally grandmother extraordinaire to our kids, Eric Shiva and Ethan. She by no means missed a chance to utter a sort phrase or raise up your spirits. We adopted her behavior of claiming “love” as an alternative of “I like you.” She taught us that love was expansive and a lot greater than these three little phrases. Our sorrow was her despair; for each tear we shed, she shed many extra. Our pleasure was her exultation; she met our happiness with exuberant cheers. I stored Momma Else’s many voicemails and one I’ll cherish is a testomony to her never-ending love, assist and encouragement. “You probably did so good, Vidhya. So proud. You informed it good.” You at all times informed it good, mother. We miss you. Love.
Daughter-in-law Vidhya Prakash
