On February 22, 1979, my life changed forever, a day that resonates deeply within my heart and defines the legacy of the woman I proudly call “Momma.” While my mother, Robbie Elizabeth, never became the writer she aspired to be, her life’s story, filled with resilience, love, and unwavering faith, is a message that deserves to be heard—not just by me, but by anyone fortunate enough to have known her.
Born in February of 1935, she was the second of four children, a nurturing spirit destined to lead and inspire. That fateful date she constantly referenced marked the beginning of a challenge I wouldn’t fully understand until much later. She was diagnosed with an aggressive ovarian cancer, her physicians estimating she had only a month or two to live. But those doctors underestimated her fierce resolve, unwavering faith, and divine purpose.
With cancer treatments in their infancy, my mother faced a formidable adversary. But rather than succumb to despair, she turned toward her faith. In the quiet confines of our home, Momma knelt on the floor in prayer, calling on her Savior for strength and guidance. “Dear Jesus,” she said, “I know the doctors have spoken a death sentence over my life, but I believe you have a purpose for me that is not yet fulfilled.” In that moment of vulnerability, she found her mission: to touch as many lives as possible in the time she had left.
Momma’s illness marked the beginning of an incredible transformation. Fueled by her unshakeable belief in God’s plan, she embarked on a journey of learning—studying the Bible fervently, seeking wisdom, and preparing herself to fulfill the calling she believed God had placed in her heart. It was a journey that fueled her spirit and ignited a flame that would not be extinguished.
Even before the cancer, at 11, I witnessed another transformational moment in her life: she decided to return to work as a nurse. Her commitment to serve others was evident, and she excelled in her studies, graduating in the top one percent of her class. She took pride in her role at Spartanburg Regional Medical Center, stepping into the neurological unit with a determined heart and a compassionate spirit. Her dedication allowed her to make a difference in the lives of countless patients, often holding back her own tears as she navigated through the heavy burdens of loss.
Momma never worried about my safety despite the risks inherent in my childhood activities. She believed deeply that I was in God’s hands. She often reminded me with pride that she read the Bible every day while carrying me in her womb. Even when I faced my own health challenges as an infant, she never wavered in her faith or in her relentless care for me. Her unwavering prayers and vigilance not only pulled me through but solidified our bond.
The generational legacy of faith she inherited from her mother and grandmother founded the roots of spirituality in our family tree. My mother laid the groundwork for the spiritual foundation that would guide me through my formative years, exemplifying love, faith, and the importance of following God’s will. Her commitment to our family was unwavering, especially as my father worked long hours to support us.
Despite his limited education, my father admired her deeply, and their relationship blossomed into a love that grew stronger every day, even amidst the shadows of illness. Momma’s gentle encouragement mirrored the love of God. Her stories became lessons that shaped my understanding of what it means to live a life of purpose.
As Momma faced the physical and emotional toll of cancer treatments, she always returned to her faith to find the strength to press on. The treatments were grueling, and yet, she viewed each moment as an opportunity to manifest God’s love. One particularly poignant incident occurred on a trip to a medical university for treatment. Despite feeling unwell, she was compelled to meet a woman in need. She reached out, offering to pray with her, only to discover later that the stranger was contemplating suicide that very moment.
Time and again, Momma exemplified the essence of obedience and compassion, truly understanding the calling she had to uplift others, even in the face of her own struggles. Her courage inspired healing—not only within herself but also in the lives of all who crossed her path.
Miraculously, after a year of battling cancer, the doctors announced that her cancer was in remission. However, life dealt her another heavy blow when her father was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer. That challenge awakened a new mission in her heart—one to share her testimony with him. Through her unwavering love and faith, she led him to Christ before his passing, assuring him as he faced eternity that he was embraced by God’s love.
The burden of witnessing her father’s decline took its toll on Momma. Yet, through her pain, she continued to praise God. She clung tightly to the belief that “by His stripes we are healed,” and she lived out that promise daily. However, even the strongest warriors face their limits. During a routine check-up, the unthinkable happened: my mother was diagnosed with an aggressive brain tumor.
Acceptance washed over her. Momma exhibited a peaceful spirit, seemingly aware that perhaps her time on Earth was nearing completion. On August 5, 1980, she passed away at 45, leaving behind a legacy that will never diminish in our hearts. I was only 13, but the lessons she imparted endure with me still. Even during my darkest hours when I strayed from the path I knew was right, her teachings echoed in my mind.
Momma had always dreamed of raising a son who would carry forward a legacy of faith, and I believe she played a pivotal role in preparing me for this. The impact she had is alive in my children today.
If my mother were alive today, she would beam knowing that God’s blessings move through us and the calling to break generational curses. Momma embodied perseverance—if at first she didn’t succeed, she would try again and inspire those around her to do the same.
As I reflect on my own journey as a husband and a father, navigating the trials of parenting in a world vastly different from the one my mother faced, I find solace in the foundations she laid for me. The teaching, love, and prayers of a remarkable woman still influence my life, guiding me as I strive to raise my children in a way that parallels her own loving guidance.
Today, on this Mother’s Day, I celebrate my mother’s persistent spirit and the love she imparted to all of us. Her legacy is woven into the fabric of our family—a testament to her strength, faith, and everlasting impact as a mother. Every life she touched stands as a tribute to her relentless devotion, and I am eternally grateful for the lessons she taught me.
Her memory lives on through my children, who exemplify the gift of loving faith that she wished to pass down. As I embrace my role as a father, grandfather and now great-grandfather, I trust that I am sowing seeds for the next generation. I am honored to continue her legacy of love and faith, knowing that her spirit guides me still.
Momma, your teachings will forever echo in our hearts as we strive to make you proud. Thank you for your boundless love, your unshakable faith, and for showing us what it means to live a life full of purpose.
Happy Mother’s Day!
My Great Grandson “Scooter”.
