Day 55: Five Days until Inger Day
Today my granny called me twice. She never does that. She'll call once, and if she doesn't get you she'll leave a voice message and just wait for your return. Earlier she called me while I was at work and I couldn't reach her, naturally I forgot about it. And she called me again around 8:30 or so. She said she just couldn't go to sleep without hearing my voice. Then as soon as I said hey Gran, she said "oh no I just didn't wanna go to bed without hearing your voice, all right good night. You know I can yup and I don't wanna keep you." All that tells me is that she's missing my mama right now. I ignored her and we talked for the next hour and a half. She told me that, "do you really realize that every time you talk about your mom you always have something good to say about her? It always makes me feel better to hear you talk about her. There's always a good memory.” I didn't realize that that was the case, but God bless me with an amazing mom. Whether or not the physical relationship was supposed to last the amount of time that I was given with her as a privilege. I had an amazing mother. I am continuing to quote directly from her obituary. We did my mother right and honored her in her own fashion— her obituary is written in first person…
Long may she reign.
We were all cordially invited here today to a celebration of the extraordinary life of Inger Dionne Bouldes. Months ago, she began planning her birthday party that was to be an event of the live time. End of March 1, 2017, she accomplished it in true Inger–style, celebrating her 47th birthday on the streets of gold! Her family thought it would be best to allow Inger to tell you about her life, laughter, and in her own words:
“My story began on March 1, 1970 – in the most spectacular way – as a third child gifted to Marvin and Grace McQuitty. It wouldn't be until years later that I knew I was special because God gave Grace Celeste McQuitty to me. She is EVERYTHING! She walks with God and can pray for mountain removed. She is wise and powerful. She is meek and humble. She is brilliant and kind. She is loyal and loyal. She is my mother and my friend. She is my mama!
Growing up, I did the things that most young people did. I went to school with family and friends, graduating from William Memorial high school in 1988. But unlike most young people I had to hide pants in my backpack only to arrive at school and change in the bathroom. "Why?", You ask.. Because Mama failed to understand that most kids believe we were Amish since we were only allowed to wear dresses and skirts. Although it was our Pentecostal upbringing that dictated our sense of style, my fashion-forward, innovative mind was not prohibited by my traditional upbringing. So much so that even before the era of leggings, I wore long johns under my floor-length denim skirts. In junior high, my love of hair–styling became apparent when every month of the amount of hair hidden in my dresser drawers multiplied as the hair on my head became progressively shorter. So after high school, I obtained my cosmetology license from Virginia Farrell Cosmetology School.
Mama raised April, Marvin, Desiree and I to love the Lord. We grew up faithful members of international gospel center, under the leadership of the Lay apostle Charles with Myles and then Pastor Marvin and Myles. And 2015, I was just an essential member of the Cora launch team of the arc Detroit, the church plant led by Boyd and Kyra White.”
To be continued…
