Life IS fragile

Yesterday I attended a “wake” at Willie Watkins on Ralph David Abernathy Blvd& Peeples St. … I rarely attend these, or funerals -but it was the mother of a dear friend. My intentions were to slide in, kiss her (my friend),show my support-then slide out.  

However, God had other plans. 

I was amazed at the beauty of the deceased. She was born in 1928, lived a strong life, and well loved. Unlike anyone I have ever seen, in this state, she really did look good. Dressed in a pink suit, with a lace handkerchief in her hands- she looked dainty and fragile. But obviously her “dainty and fragile” appearance was purely due to circumstance as the many poured over her praises of being a “strong solid mother”. 

Her work was complete. 

I sat. 

I watched. 

I listened, to the many members recall memories and reconnect with each other. I absorbed a lot of love, sadness, and felt the thoughts of others ‘up in age‘ contemplating their own time. I wondered about my family and what circumstance may occur to get everyone together again.  After all, I do have a Nana, now 93…but really, no day is guaranteed to any of us.

Then, I thought about myself. 

 “What am I doing with the time God has given me?”  And, if I were to be called home tomorrow- would I be content with what I’ve done?  Have I made any significant contribution to the world? Did I strive for the “right” things?  What more can or should I do? 

It may seem odd, but I love these contemplative moments. They help us re-evaluate, stay on or get back on track. These moments also often energize weary souls. 

Today with renewed purpose, I am thankful for the reminder,Life IS fragile. And, when I am called home, I will have peace in knowing that I have spent a significant portion of my life, helping others and changing lives. 

As a Realtor, from day one, it’s been my mission to help rebuild communities, fight for the “under dog” and spread the news to those thinking its “impossible”- that they CAN own and build a legacy for their children.  

With God, I have helped break the cycle of poverty. I helped save families from bankruptcy and homelessness. I helped seniors get out of fraudulent loans made by their children.  I helped many find lost joy in communities they grew up in and ran away from. I helped young couples set the stage for their future families. I helped singles develop a strategy to accumulate wealth. I helped those divorced obtain independence. I helped those widowed gain peace to remember. I have championed the story of “revitalization” versus the term “gentrification” with its negative connotation …and sometimes scars we speak into existence when we embrace or accept the negative affects of this word.  

I am a firm believer in those stronger, more knowledgable, bolder and financially able are to be the protectors of those who are weaker.  I respect our seniors and consider their wisdoms.  

I am my brothers keeper….and although weary at times, the recognition of the fragility in Life is all that is needed to reinvigorate. 

I am glad my story is not complete,and I am thankful for my progress….

Enjoy your weekend.

~ Nia

590 Collier Ridge Dr- Mid Century Atlanta 

Our hearts gush over this Mid Century Modern home in Historic Collier Heights…a community deep with African American history filled with pride for the many professionals who helped established it during a time of struggle. 

This 3bed 2bath home on a basement with double fireplace, 3 exterior patio areas and sunken livingroom is being released and on the hunt for a new owner to restore. 

List price $110,000 – with just a few upgrades needed to restore this gem.