People always remember where they were when they experience life changing events.  I was laying on my couch in Houston when my mother called to tell me that my great-grandmother, Ma Patra, had passed away.  I had just seen her the weekend before, so it wasn’t a surprise.  I knew it was coming.  Cancer had taken its toll on her body.  She was ready for rest. And she deserved rest.  Ma Patra raised my grandmother, mother, and me (for the first five years of my life).  My mom delivered me three days after her high school graduation.  Ma Patra believed in education so off to college my mom went.  I…