On February 22, 1979, my life changed forever, a day that resonates deeply within my heart and defines the legacy of the woman I proudly call “Momma.” While my mother, Robbie Elizabeth, never became the writer she aspired to be, her life’s story, filled with resilience, love, and unwavering faith, is a message that deserves to be heard—not just by me, but by anyone fortunate enough to have known her.
Born in February of 1935, she was the second of four children, a nurturing spirit destined to lead and inspire. That fateful date she constantly referenced marked the beginning of a challenge I wouldn’t fully understand until much later. She was diagnosed with an aggressive ovarian cancer, her physicians estimating she had only a month or two to live. But those doctors underestimated her fierce resolve, unwavering faith, and divine purpose.
With cancer treatments in their infancy, my mother faced a formidable adversary. But rather than succumb to despair, she turned toward her faith. In the quiet confines of our home, Momma knelt on the floor in prayer, calling on her Savior for strength and guidance. “Dear Jesus,” she said, “I know the doctors have spoken a death sentence over my life, but I believe you have a purpose for me that is not yet fulfilled.” In that moment of vulnerability, she found her mission: to touch as many lives as possible in the time she had left…