This is a story of a woman missing the guidance, friendship and closeness of her mother. The mother lived a full life that was cut short by her bout with illness and it is not until years later that the daughter realizes that the best things that were about to happen to her are yet to come and her mother is no longer available to share these events with her and the pain of the loss is still evident. She tells tales of their relationship and how impactful it has been to shape her viewpoints and thought process. The story shows the daughters strength and resolve in a situation that she has no control over.
J Elliott-Howard is a native of New York, New York. She holds a bachelor's degree in Business Administration. She has had a successful career in corporate America. A divorced mother of two adult children and a grandmother of three. Enjoys photography and water color painting. She had been known to always see her glass as half-full instead of empty. She had a very interesting way of relating to people and her peers always seem to gravitate to her idealism. She has always been told that she ought to be an author based on her delivery methods of good, bad or indifferent news. She always manages to keep herself and those around centered in thought and action. In addition to writing she runs a blog called Janice's Take On It at www.janiceelliotthoward.com. Her newest project is a podcast called "Thoughts in the Car" that can be found at soundcloud.com/jyhoward or in the iTunes store.
God does not give us more than we can handle. It feels that way but it is far from the truth. You have to remain a soldier even when you don't want to be. The captain of my ship is sinking but I need direction that only the captain can give me.
Book Excerpt
How I Wish I Had My Mother - A Daughter's Story
I have no idea what to do when she ceases to exist in the physical. She is the only one who can give me a road map because this will be the first time in my life that my coach will not be available to me. I want to feel sad but there is no time. I want to run screaming into the wind but there is no time. My job, my journey is not over and I don’t want it to be.
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