Mel Evers wonders about it all

Losing faith in my Faith (Part 1)

In my early years, I believed in God and everything He stood for. My innocent heart fed on words of love, uplifting homilies and the amazing feelings of community while sitting on a pew with my mom and siblings. We celebrated Christmas and Easter with my large family of aunts, uncles and cousins.

At that time, we were our own little community. Crucifixes, crosses and pictures of Jesus were hung everywhere while mother Mary watched over the garden.  

 My mom’s mom was very religious. The matriarch of the family, she was maybe five foot in height, a short plump Italian woman, she was the greatest reason for my strong belief.

She suffered and survived an abusive relationship.

Raised six children and worked through the Great Depression

She was our sanctuary during difficult times at home.

She fed and sheltered us when we couldn’t go home.

At the risk of her own life, she helped others.

My grandma believed therefore I believed

And at the age of fifteen, her heart gave out…