My Redemption Of My M O T H E R

 Book 174

Psalms 49:8 - 8. For the redemption of their soul is precious, and it ceaseth forever.

Leviticus 25:52 - 52. And if there remain but few years unto the year of jubile, then he shall count with him, and according unto his years shall he give him again the price of his redemption. 

It's totally hard sometimes when a person like myself trying to find something to write about. I guess I can tell everyone what is on my mind that got me so curious about writing. I write to express what is on my mind. Now, I think I found something to talk about. I want to talk about my M O T H E R S upcoming birthday. She would of been three scores, ten years, and one year on the 23rd day of this month of October. 

I know that I want to celebrate my M O T H E R S life as she lived it. "A Legacy of Love." What else could I say about a woman who gave so much love? This is the reason why I want to celebrate my M O T H E R S life as she lived it. I went out to her gravesite days ago, because...I got a call from the memorial place called Sweet Dreams that designs tombstones; I did business with them almost four years ago for the design of my F A T H E R S tombstone. 

This British fellow by the name of Luke, called me to confirm that my M O T H E R S tombstone was ready to be installed at Antioch cemetery in Bealsville. I decided to stomach going out to the cemetery, even though I wasn't ready to go out to my M O T H E R S gravesite, because...her death was still fresh in my mind. My son Zachary, my niece Ta'Neisha, and I beat Luke out to the cemetery. As we pulled up to my M O T H E R S gravesite, I immediately cried out as loud as I could, because...the reality of my M O T H E R S death hit me very hard as I looked over at her grave. 

I kept staring at it like I could take my eyes off of her grave. I called out to my M O T H E R in my most deepest emotions. I kept crying out with a very hurtful cry. My heart was breaking with every ounce of strength I had in my body. The reality of my M O T H E R S death will never leave me for as long as I live. 

Then finally...I look over in the distance and saw Luke arriving with my M O T H E R S tombstone. I immediately moved out of the way so that he can prepare to place her tombstone. I proceeded towards my car and waited for Luke to set up everything he needed before I decided to walk back over to my M O T H E R S gravesite to watch him set her tombstone. It was a lot to assemble in setting the tombstone with the base and the actual stone itself. It took almost one hour for Luke to set my M O T H E R S tombstone, picture and all. 

 After Luke was finished setting my M O T H E R S tombstone, he took a picture of it (I guess) for his record of setting it up. I...came behind him and took four pictures of my M O T H E R S entire gravesite, tombstone and all. I cried once again knowing that my M O T H E R S grave had her name on it for all eternity. It was beautiful as she was and still is. I am never going to forget that I was there (even though I had to stomach being there at the cemetery) and saw my M O T H E R S tombstone set up and placed. I then shared the pictures on Facebook for everyone to see and observe.