Growing up I thought it was interesting that her name was Ruby. I equated it to being named diamond, sapphire, or emerald. I thought it was cool to have a name with such depth. The meaning of the word gem is a precious stone, especially when cut and polished or engraved. When I think about Ruby, I think of a gem that was ever being processed. With every new cut or experience she was being polished so her peace and inner beauty could shine through.
When Mama was in Greenville, Ruby visited her frequently and was there ready in case my Daddy needed anything. In those visits we reconnected. We talked about our classrooms and all the new strategies we were trying. More importantly we talked about our Mamas. We talked about our mamas special connection with each other and their love for yard sales as a way to blow off steam. I am thankful we had those several weeks to reconnect before her battle started.
We went the East Carolina at the same time and we would sometimes have lunch together. We became teachers about the same time and school would dominate any conversation we had when we saw each other. She was also instrumental in us obtaining our first home. She was family.
Now we have memories, good times, and her resilient smile to remember. Remembering her commitment to family is a way I will polish her memory. Ruby, a true gem, that was treasured by so many.
