My grandmother’s name was Mae. I am told I resemble her and so it is her name I decided to use to tell my story. My story is really about friendship and family. Life as it delivers funny and sad moments that happen at times spontaneously together. My friend Vita says, “Mae your story is not extraordinary. You just tell it well.”
I’m lucky to have friends and sisters who have helped me through the darkest days I have ever known. It is though I have run barefoot through hell. The amazing thing is very few know this ever even happened to me and that there is laughter in agony. I hadn’t really known either was possible. My grandfather used to say he was a rich man dying with 2 true friends. Vita says, “You should never line your friends up to count them. Instead, think of them as rings that form when a pebble is dropped in water. Some are just closer than others but all can be just as true. It is up to you to choose wisely”
I am a very rich woman who has chosen wisely.