When I’m in the middle of trying to piece my life back together, the hardest blow came. My mother passed away.
It feels unreal to even write those words. The woman who gave me life, the woman who prayed for me through every storm, the woman whose hands held me steady when the world was spinning out of control — she’s gone.
Her Love
My mother’s love wasn’t loud. It was steady, patient, and always there. She had a way of giving without expecting anything in return. If you came to her house, she made sure you ate. If you had a problem, she listened before she ever spoke. She carried people’s burdens quietly, and she carried mine more times than I can count.
Her faith in God was her anchor. And whether I believed in myself or not, she believed in me. She believed in all of us.
Her Strength
Even as her body grew weaker, even as dementia took pieces of her memory, her strength remained. Sometimes she knew me, sometimes she didn’t — but even in those fragile moments, I could still feel the power of her presence. She was more than a mother; she was a rock.
She lived with dignity, and she endured with grace. And even in the days when her voice grew softer, her love spoke louder than words ever could.
Her Legacy
She taught me that life isn’t about what you have, it’s about what you give.
She gave everything she had — her time, her care, her wisdom.
And even when her body could no longer keep up, her spirit spoke louder than ever.
If you knew my mother, you knew love.
If you knew my mother, you knew kindness.
If you knew my mother, you knew God’s light shining through a human being.
Goodbye, Mama
Mama, I don’t know how to live in a world without you. But I know this: I will honor you. Every step I take, every word I write, every climb I make will carry your name.
The world feels empty right now, but my heart is still full of you. Full of your prayers. Full of your laughter. Full of your love.
Rest easy now. You gave everything you had. And I will carry you with me always.
In Loving Memory
Marva L. Clay
March 01, 1939 – October 03, 2025
💔 This is not just my loss. It’s the loss of everyone who ever knew you. But Mama, your love doesn’t die here. It lives on in me, in your family, in the climb you prepared me for.
The Climb 
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