There Is Nothing Like It . . .

Happy Friday, All!

Yes, of course, I will T.G.I.F.!!

Most of you who know me by now, recognize that I talk … or … write a lot about family. This didn’t just start for me. It’s a long story. If you ever want to know the core of it, refer to my first book, From the Projects to Princeton. It is more a love story, about me and my family, than anything else. Probably less known to most of you is that I wrote my senior thesis at Princeton University on the family: A Critique of Studies on The Black Family, circa 1976. My first book was dedicated to my father, and, the second one, Three Strikes, You’re Out!, is dedicated to my mother. Both parents are deceased.

Just about a week or so ago, as happens from time to time, I wanted to talk with my mother. We all know how difficult moments like those can be when a loved one has expired, especially a mother. Now that’s not to take anything away from others like my dad, or my sisters or my brother, even my daughter. But there is something very unique about a person’s mother. In her last days and times, she suffered from Alzheimer’s Disease, and struggled through the cloaks that the illness placed upon her memory. I can not begin to tell you how much I love that woman . . . yes . . . peace be still, please . . .

So if you’ve your mother nearby on Mother’s Day this coming Sunday, absorb and appreciate the moments you may be gifted to spend with her . . . for there is nothing like it . . .

Have a great weekend, and, Happy Mother’s Day to all of you who are, who were and are yet to be!

Peace and Love, y’all!

John I. Cook, Director

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