The woman who birthed me was extraordinary. Joyce Elizabeth Long-Byrd was my mother. A lady. The truest Christian I have ever known. She gave and gave and gave until there was nothing left of her.
The 48 years she influenced my life, shaped who and what I am. She loved out loud. Her love, a verb. She was more than the cancer which stole her. More than the titles she wore. More than the secrets she held. She was more.
More faithful, more real.
You may have lost someone. If so, maybe you share my ache.
Like me, you'd likely say...your loss...is more.
