The Myth of the Happy Slave - “I once passed a colored woman at work on a plantation, who was singing, apparently, with animation, and whose general manners would have led me to set her down as the happiest of the gang. I said to her, “Your work seems pleasant to you.’ She replied, ‘No, massa.’
Four years ago I lost my Dad. A year ago today we lost our brother, husband, uncle and son. Seven day's later Jimmy and I lost our Grandbaby, Mallary. This is for people who are left behind still grieving trying to keep going. It describes exactly how I feel.