My Aunt Rene always smiling with her family surrounding her.
I had a few requests to write about the name of this blog.
I grew up seeing my Aunt Rene always happy. She did have a bunch of reasons to complain and be grouchy.
Rheumatoid Arthritis attacked her at an early age when she had a full life ahead of her. It was tough for the whole family.
They knew little about the disease then, told her to rest. A new med she took was IV's of steroids. It was before they knew the long term damage.
She was bedridden over 30 years. She had 5 children and raised them somehow from her bed.
Rene would lay in bed reminiscing to me about the good ole days of cleaning house. The kids had to hide their dirt.
She loved God with all her heart, Jesus was her life. Everyone that visited her left feeling better.
She had prayer meetings in her house, the power was there. We all wondered why this saintly woman was sick. I later realized we do not understand everything.
Rene would have been happy to rush around in a power chair like I do.
She taught me with her life to make the best of your life. Whatever your circumstances.