
Last Monday night was one of the most memorable of the entire year. My three teenage daughters and I loaded my 8-foot-long whiteboard, adjustable stool, reflector, tripod, camera, and light meter into the Expedition and headed one hour north. Our mission: to take pictures of Marian and her family.
Marian is a Native American. She was 63-years-old when she started working for us. I was 7 months pregnant with twins at the time, and she came each weekday afternoon to care for my four children ages 2, 4, 6, and 8 while I rested. When the twins arrived, she was the first person outside of family to welcome them. She was jubilant that day in my hospital room. During the next year and a half, she came each week day to help me with my busy brood. I will be forever grateful for her help.
My twins are nearly 16 now. Can Marian really be 78-years-old? She doesn't look it. Yet life has not been easy for her. Her daughter, the recipient of a heart transplant a decade earlier, died unexpectedly a few years ago. Her husband, Ray, is struggling with terminal cancer.* Yet in spite of life's challenges, she has not lost her zest for life. She just keeps going. Marian is one of my heroes.
*Ray passed away on August 4, 2009.