The Messages are Timeless

Edgar Guest – 1881-1959

My father used to recite this poem to us – he believed the words of Edgar Guest, and so do I.  Just look at the accomplishments of Barbara Rose Brooker, she is a published author, as well as a magnificent painter, and at 84 she hopes to be a movie star someday.  She rejoices each year as she adds another candle to her cake, proving that IT CAN BE DONE!

This poem is in the public domain.

I am not sure what this is all about

I woke and share a quick breakfast with my husband who had to attend a 3-day conference in Pittsburgh (for work)

The day and the date to celebrate our 1^st of two wedding anniversaries on that day was postponed for another time

A 20^th anniversary is a milestone but not for us at least on February 3^rd.

He traveled to Pittsburgh and I went to work

The day felt as normal as a day could be – in the back of my mind I knew my father was experiencing his last days with us – but each night he would have my mom or his hospice nurse call to say, he would be around yet another day – no goodbyes!

Early in the evening after working and playing single mom, I spoke with mom and dad’s hospice nurse held the phone near my dad’s ear, and helped him talk to me (this would be the last time.)

Before they hung up his nurse (I have since forgotten her name), his guiding angel prepared me that his end was near.

My father had come close to the end of his journey numerous times in my life and bounced back – would this be the same scenario?

I don’t remember the exact time but sometime around 11 or midnight, I got the call …

My mother calmly told me that dad had passed and as I became emotional she told me there was no need, dad was now at peace…

My stoic mom stood tall (even at 4 Ft- 9 Inches high), she organized the events of the next few days getting all of her chickens (three of us) to Detroit and we came from East, West, and South!

After my mother’s phone call I remember looking at the clock and noting my POPs died on my 20^th Wedding Anniversary

If he (or GOD) chose this day it could not be more perfect – because I know my father loved me with his whole heart

I was not a perfect daughter but I was his and along with my two brothers and my mom, his D’Vasha, he was the happiest richest man in the world.

I speak of him regularly and I speak to him through my heart –

A little aside – on February 4, 2004, all his children were gathered together sleeping in his apartment palace.

Mom and Dad Forever

Although not enough beds and private rooms for us we took up spaces on air mattresses, chairs, and found some personal real estate to lay down to sleep.  When all the lights turned off my brother Joel yelled out good-night John Boy, and we all responded, calling out each other names giggling through it all.

On the first night of Shiva, just as we were gathered for evening prayers, the lights went out for a second or two and then flickered back on.  A calm, as well as a giddiness, swept over all who stood in my mother’s small livingroom – we knew Jay Harmon Moss was shedding his light down on us.

Today – it is 17 years without him on earth and what I would give to have another bear hug and a sloppy kiss from my father – I will soak in all the wonderful memories and know someday I will see him again!

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While traveling with my husband today we listened to the I inauguration on MSNBC.  Prior to leaving the house, I was honored to watch 45 take-off to his secluded paradise and hope to remain as far away from government politics forever.  I tried to give him a fair chance four years ago, but he blew it immediately fabricating his own account on his inauguration claiming 1.5 million showed up to witness his special day when the fact-finders provide evidence of 250,000 on or around the Mall area.  The side-by-side comparison photos from the 2009 Obama inauguration show Trump had significantly less people in attendance than his predecessor.  I will give Trump kudos that he had followers for the four years he was in office, however many of his followers switched camps due to his blatant lies among other things.

Today, at about noon EST I started feeling a sense of relief.  I now knew we were in the hands of Joseph R. Bident, the 46^th President of the United States, and Vice President Kamala Harris.  I pray that they will be guided by honest and kind human beings as they themselves are.  They have both worked through the trenches to get to where they are today.  It will not be an easy job to erase the distrust and hate that seeped into our water supplies, but we can do it.  For those who are Trumpsters, and believe the election was stolen, and that an “old” man won the election, let me say this… I feel your pain.  It is not fun to lose something that you have convinced yourself is meaningful and needed in your life.  You have the right to feel unhappy as I did four years ago, and you have the right to disagree with me and the majority that legally and fairly voted in the new administration.  But you and I must be adults about the outcome and the future and work together to find the common ground we both want.

Losing is never as much fun as winning but if we stand united, we will all win.  There are compromises to make and we must collaborate using our strengths to come together.  We must put down the weapons, including the evil language many of us have adopted in the last four years.  The nursery rhyme “Sticks and Stones will break your bones, but names will never hurt you…” is a fallacy.  Words can be more hurtful and damaging than all the sticks and stones that are thrown at us.  Language can leave scars only felt by the heart and often not seen by the naked eye.

I ask each of you to erase the pain of the last four years and make today a positive step forward.

Take a moment and listen to this beautiful song by my friend Jeff Brisbin
https://jeffbrisbin.com/album/1770058/blame-it-on-love  I Wish You Enough4:06