When Words Of Wisdom Means Everything

Book 91 - Special Edition Post

Proverbs 1:2 - 3 2. To know wisdom and instruction; to perceive the words of understanding. 3. To receive the instruction of wisdom, justice and judgement, and equity

It's coming up on the day that my FATHER told me he couldn't breathe. How can I come to terms with that? How can I come terms with the fact that my FATHER (not knowing at the time...in three days) that he was going to die? Who could of prodicted that my FATHER'S dying would happen? There were many question I had to ask to make since of what was about to happen.

It's been hard this past year and eleven months and two weeks exactly. But...I thank GOD and his son JESUS for bringing me through my trials and tribulations that I've endured.  There was not one day I don't think about him. But there are days I must come to terms with my FATHER'S death. It's time to do so and move on with life.

I know I must come to terms and move on. My sister-in-law told me something that made me think about the time my FATHER showed more love to my extended family instead of his immediate family, even in sickness and on his death bed. Don't get me wrong, I did love my FATHER, still do. I finally figured out some things that made me think about what's totally important, thanks to my sister-in-law Neyome. She is truly a GOD send. Thanks to her inspirational words of encouragement.

I see things now in a better light than I did when I was still weeping for my FATHER. I can now let go of my FATHER and really move on with life. It doesn't feel right some times when I come to think about my FATHER and what he really wanted was his siblings and my cousins more than he wanted his immediate family. That's okay with me now. Blood is more thicker than water.

Water was what me and my imediate family were, and that's what we will always be to his extended family. I could live with the fact that we were never wanted by my FATHER'S extended family and by my FATHER in a whole lot of ways. I can now live with that. I have no regrets about anything anymore. I've learned from from and given words of wisdom, and from my wonderful sister-in-law Neyome.

She sees things that no one else could see in an instant. The goodness in people and the faults in people that I wasn't aware of. Neyome saw that. I'm pretty much thankful for that. I see myself as a whole and no one could ever take that from me now.

The tears has stopped completely. I can now let go of my FATHER...move on. Let him rest in peace. I'm happy about that if only a brief moment. Im fine with it now.

Day Time Memories Of The Heart

Book 90 - Special Edition Post

Philippians 1:3 - 5 - 3. I thank my GOD upon every remembrance of you. 4.  Always in prayer of mine for you all making request with joy. 5.  For your fellowship in the gospel from the first day until now. 











I found myself like any other day sitting around doing nothing but spending time with my son Zachary and watching Cold Case. I love watching Cold Case, because it gives me a chance to catch up on unsolved cases from the past times that no other person want to solve. While I watched Cold Case, I began to think about some of the times I spent with my FATHER. I miss him so much. But...there's nothing I could do to bring him back. He's gone forever.

Finally I'm starting to accept the fact that's he's gone forever. I know now I must move on now with my life. It's been hard to fathom sometimes, knowing that I'm never going to have my FATHER back in my life again. I'm missing the smell of barbecue every single day that I want a piece of chicken, or pulled pork. Life as I know it will never be the same as it was and how I saw it when my FATHER would always stand in his front yard barbecuing, telling jokes and laughing with his old friends from his high school days.

So many memories still cloud my mind when I think of the time when my FATHER was in the hospital off  and on for the last six months of his life. All and all...the memories of my FATHER'S "last" stay in the hospital was terrible, but all and all was forgiven, but never forgotten. I found myself in that mode for forgiveness...for my now ex aunt (of whom I choose now not to mention) Mrs "POA" aka Power of Attorney. I added another aunt of whom I believe...chose to scheme from my FATHER'S accounts while he was alive. I now found myself not wanting to talk about, or mention their names, or what they did to my FATHER the last days of his life.

I find myself wanting peace more than I want to talk about what these two women did to my FATHER. I feel as though I just want to move on with life and let GOD and his son JESUS take care of their indiscretions. I know I would finally feel better about what's going to happen to my ex aunt's when reaping and sowing for what they had done to my FATHER will come to past. But...the memories of my FATHER will always going to be there no matter what I do, or how I see it. As I mentioned before, it's been hard of my immediate family trying to fathom without my FATHER, or to live without his jokes, his laughter and his world famous barbecue.

I'm going to continue praying amongst myself and with my immediate family and I will move on from this. I can no longer talk against what has past tense. It's better to move on and let GOD and his son JESUS take care of everything and everyone who caused us sorrow. I find myself more happier than I've ever been in my life. I just want to find peace to live with the death of my FATHER and move on.

The Mind Of Guilt And Conspiracy

Book 89

Proverbs 21:26 - 21. He coveteth greedily all the day long: but the righteous giveth and spareth not.

I thought that my sister and I would be over our FATHER'S passing, but...I guess not. Who could get over losing a parent from this world? I know that one day we all must go. There is no way around it. It's just the reality of life as we live it to our extent in the way GOD wants us to live.

My sister and I think of our FATHER more often than anyone could ever think of losing a loved one...more the less, a parent. His death did a number on our lives and it was so hard to explain the magnitude of all the events that occurred during his sickness until his death on December 4, 2016. When we thought all was well with finding some comfort after our FATHER'S passing, then all of a sudden, the unexpected came completely out of the blue. My sister and I found out some things about what really happened to our FATHER the last six months of his life. With the news my sister and I received would make any one's stomach turn, and I already have an stomach ulcer confirming this notion of any one's stomach turning upside down and inside out.

In the course of what happened to our FATHER and the events leading up to his death 5:00 am that early Sunday morning on December 4, there were still missing pieces of our puzzle that we couldn't complete. After a while after our FATHER'S death, each piece Sherri and I started receiving by people who wanted to share their thoughts and concerns with all the course of events that happened during the time our FATHER fell totally ill on June 22 while he was cooking on his unique handmade barbecue grill (A kitchen on wheel) on that day, until he suddenly passed away on December of 2016. Sherri and I try to put all the pieces of our puzzle together. Every piece fit snuggled by this one missing piece we both couldn't find. We looked every possible direction for resources of this missing piece and why our FATHER suddenly died.

That question remained totally anonymous by the one who had the answer the entire time Sherri and I searched with many different resources we could use to get the truth, so that my family and I could be at peace with my FATHER'S death. Here are the resources found leading up to my FATHER'S death that I got to share with everyone. With information that corresponds to the first piece of our puzzle that Sherri and I received. We began to investigate and to find some of the facts surrounding what was done to our FATHER during the course of his sickness. Starting from June 27th, the second piece of the puzzle was received when my family and I found out that my FATHER was admitted to Lakeland Regional Medical Health hospital five days after the fact and nobody in our extended family told us that he was in fact admitted to the hospital, being that my FATHER didn't live with us at the time to make it easier for people to understand this post.

We had thought that he went out of town as usual. My FATHER would always call the house and tell us when would plan and leave town to places like Biloxi, Mississippi to one of many casinos he visited, Las Vegas, Nevada, or on one of his many cruises to Cancun or Cozumel, Mexico, or the Grand Bahamas with people other than his own family. With that said briefly...let me get back to what I was talking about in this post. From the time my family and I found out that my FATHER was admitted into the hospital, I made plans to meet with the entire hospital staff, supervisors and managers who were caring for my FATHER during his course of stay there at the hospital. My family and I wanted to find out why he was admitted and what was going on with him.

The appointment was schedule for three days after my FATHER'S admission to LRMH. Then all of a sudden...I get this call from the hospital Administration telling me that they (the doctors, nurses and management) couldn't take a meeting with my immediate family and myself because of a Power of Attorney labeled and taken over my FATHER'S health by none other my ex aunt Minnie Lou Wright. This was over a my FATHER'S live immediate family. That was the third piece of the puzzle my sister and I received before it was too late for my immediate family and I to take charge of my FATHER's well being. The news from hospital administration upset every one's stomach in our home.


It made my mother Ruth totally angry with my now ex aunt. This was also the night my we visited my FATHER in the hospital. He looked as though he was suffering from his pain my family and I knew in fact that my FATHER had cirrhosis of the liver and he was at stage four level, nothing else...nor would we get any more information unless we asked my ex aunt about the details of my FATHER'S health. It was a shame and with the puke in our mouths that this woman (ex aunt) went over my own mother's head to take charge of my FATHER'S health so that we couldn't get any information of his health at anytime, unless we asked her about it. Then I found out from my brother's wife while we were in the room, saw some money clutched in my FATHER hand while he was laying in his hospital bed. Hours later...it was missing.

Then I thought, "I often wondered why didn't my sister-in-law get the money out of my FATHER'S hand and gave it to my mother?" That was a question that remained in my heart and in my mind as time went on. That was the fourth piece of the puzzle received when my sister-in-law told our family of the missing money that was clutched in my FATHER'S hand. There were so many people in his room that night. I got an idea of who stole that money that night and she (not the ex aunt who took Power of Attorney over my FATHER'S health) was sitting very close to my FATHER'S hospital bed.


That was as time went on from the first of many hospital visits my FATHER endured, he made a call to my brother was the time when he came home to his place of residence. My FATHER was very talkative and he seemed well at the time. My brother and his wife was there with him on my ex aunts permission to visit with our own FATHER at his home without her being there. My brother and his wife had asked about what was our FATHER'S plans just in case he passed away for his immediate family. Our FATHER would never answer my brother, or his wife at all about his final plans for his immediate family.


The fourth piece of the puzzle was not difficult to fathom. My FATHER mind had been taken over by his sisters in question. Nothing that my sister, brother, my sister-in-law, or what my mother said, made a difference to my FATHER anymore, as so it seemed. Only to his nieces and nephews of whom paid him a visit mattered to him under a lot of circumstances. At the time...my FATHER'S silence was pretty much okay with his immediate family. Then all of a sudden...we started getting notion that my FATHER'S sisters started taking over everything, including his health and finances.


Everyone in my extended family's inner circle, started backing out of the grasps of the Power of Attorney, except my two ex aunts. And from that particular moment...all hell continued to break lose. Monies started disappearing from my FATHER'S accounts. More like scheming for that last six months of his life. Twenty-three hundred dollars just don't disappear just like that. Bills got paid I know, but where did the rest go?


The fifth piece of the puzzle was obvious. Now we know enough to convict the culprit who stole from my FATHER financially. Family and I now want nothing to do with her as well. Thanks to the two people we have in the world who gave my immediate family and I the information we needed to know and understand that there are people who say they love you and then turn around a put a huge dagger in all of our backs. No more we have to offer in love to these two women who caused us so much pain.

Once Upon Time

Book 88

First of all...I would like to thank GOD and his son JESUS for life health and strength. I thank my pilots above for giving me the knowledge and wisdom to write this post without animosity and without haste for anyone, not even my enemies. "I keep them very close to me, even if they are within distance. So...with that said, I don't want to go there with my enemies, because GOD and his son JESUS helped me find peace and comfort, even in my darkest days. Once upon a time I was filled with anger; now I know how to control my frustrations with prayer, with joy, and with faith, hope and with peace.

I know for sure that it's going to take a very long time for immediate family and myself to heal from the death of my father. But...I know in time my we will over come the pain that still dwells in our heart, mind, body and soul. No one in my immediate family expected everything to happen like it did, but...it did and there is nothing and no one can change the past. My immediate family and I now have the wisdom to move from very old things that could hinder our way of thinking and our way of life. Only pray can change anything if we all ask in the name of GOD and his son JESUS.

I've done that and then some. I know that GOD and his son JESUS vengeance is theirs. I want ever tough it again if I could help the consciences and the repercussion that my enemies must face in the eyes of GOD and his son JESUS. My troubles and my trials and tribulations are now over the horizon where it belongs. I don't need to feel anger in my heart, or haste against any one. Just the hurt that remains. My immediate family's deep scars will never heal all the way.

People would tell me that life would get better as time passes from the hurt that was sustained from ignorance. Once upon a time, I'm very thankful I didn't cause that ignorance. Once upon a time, I used my trials and tribulations and turned them into a learning lesson of what not to do when I know GOD and his son JESUS got it. No more worries here, but my enemies need to worry about how they are going to live in my Pilots vengeance.

Thoughts Of My Chocolate Diary

Book 87

Isaiah 11:2 - 2. And the spirit of the LORD shall rest upon him, the spirit of wisdom and understanding, the spirit of counsel and might, the spirit of knowledge and of the fear of the LORD





I've been slacking lately with my manuscript, "The Chocolate Diaries." Why? Because I haven't had the time to lay out the foundation for what I want to talk about in terms for my second chapter, I call, Chocolate Two. It's my live diary on display, and I'm not sure what I want to talk about in sequel to Chocolate One. It seems the words want come out for some reason.

I know in my mind, my heart and soul, the words want come out to save my life. My goal for a successful book was to pray about it before I start writing. I haven't obeyed GOD and his son JESUS to pray about what I want to write about so that I will have the ability to breeze through my writing with every piece of chocolate unknown to me and the rest of the world. As Forrest Gump said, "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get." And it's true!

This is why I'm going to obey GOD and his son JESUS and pray about what I'm going to write before I write from now on, like how its working for me thus moment. I really find myself breezing through my post here on Author Terri Celestine Brunson with fierce notion of what I'm trying to say in reference to my draft manuscript. I guess my blog is the easiest place to express how I feel about things in my life. Coping with what was once was and is now. Here, I'm able to breeze through to my public play ground in order to express my feelings certain things.

It's totally different with 'The Chocolate Diaries' of course. It will some day be published for the world to see; hopefully taken into the heart by those who are interested in reading it when that time comes, and taken into consideration by those who are truly interested when I'm chronicling my life as I live it publicly. As for my blog site, Author Terri Celestine Brunson, its totally easy for me to find out what I want to talk about. When I write, I truly want to be understood by the sight of what is written here and for those to take heed into what I'm talking about when I express my thoughts and concerns and asking questions in between those thoughts and concerns. I think I summed it up here praying that everyone understood what I'm trying to say.

GOD and your son JESUS, I pray for the knowledge you gave me to think and to take into heart the most precious moments in my life. It's truly a blessing to be able to tell my story even in a nutshell. Finding my way out of that shell, I find success at the peak of what is my chocolate of life. I'm praying for that patience to meet it when 'The Chocolate Diaries' is published. In the name of my pilots above.

A Long Awaited Extended Family Member

Book 87 - Special Edition Post

Psalms 118:24 -  24. This is the day which the LORD hat made; we will rejoice and be glad in it. 





It was one of my days that I didn't feel all that well with my health. I didn't let it get me down from writing this post. I was determined to get what I needed to say off of my chest. Nothing negative, or dramatic, because that don't work here on Author Terri Celestine Brunson. Only the truth will prevail it's wonderful face according to my post.

I took Zachary to his first football practice for this season 2018. I had decided to take Zachary on what was our usual Subway day for a late lunch. I ordered our usual subs for dining in, since Zachary and I had enough time to sit and eat our subs. Then all of a sudden, my uncle Carl come into the Subway to buy a lunch. I didn't know he worked at an major insurance company as an executive just around the corner from the Circle K convenient store.

As ordered his lunch, I got up to greet him and have a conversation with him, since he is my uncle. Our conversations were very pleasant. I didn't have time for animosity, nothing of the sort, because he did nothing wrong towards my immediate family and myself. As a matter of fact, my uncle and his wife, my aunt Tammy was totally supportive of my immediate family since day one during my father's illness back in 2016 until he died on December 4.  Uncle Carl then asked if my immediate family and I were okay.

I was very happy he asked about us and was very concerned about how my immediate family and I were.  I was very happy to update my uncle with a positive outcome about my immediate family's well being and health. I assured my uncle Carl that everything was quite well. I also assured my uncle that everything was quite okay with me after dealing with the death of my father. I told him that I had came to terms with my father's death and that I let old rubbish and my bad patches go (giving all of my trials and tribulations to GOD and his son JESUS) in their vengeance against those who did wrong towards my immediate family and to my father in his last days.

I didn't want to dawn on anything from the past, because my father is gone and I can't bring him back to life. So...I told my uncle that my immediate family and I had moved on with life and living it to the fullest. It wasn't long before my uncle Carl had to be back to work. So we departed our ways to our destinations. I told uncle Carl to relay a message to my aunt Tammy, my cousin Tammika, and Caturah that I loved them.

We both went our separate ways from there. I can say that my visit with my uncle Carl was a pleasant one. It was totally a breath of fresh air I wanted to breathe, and I thank GOD and his son JESUS for that. I don't want to go back in time when I could have those precious moments as I did with my uncle Carl, because it meant a great deal to me. Amen!

What's Life Without Your True Friends?: GOD And His Son JESUS

Book 86

Ephesians 4:31 - 32 - 31. Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all malice: 32. And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, even as GOD for Christ's sake hath forgiven you. 





First of all...I thank GOD and his son JESUS for life, health and strength.  I thank GOD for what he has done for me in every since possible.  I sit here thinking about everything in my life I've been through and I've learn to let go the things that has always brought me down; like what happened around the time my father died.  I was so tired of bringing things out of the past.  I couldn't stand those weights weighting me down anymore and making people pay for their sins.

I had to ask GOD and his son JESUS for forgiveness, because only my pilots vengeance mean everything in all situations according to life and what it had to offer me.  I've been giving GOD and his son JESUS more of my time than ever.  I can't began to tell you that my life has been more calming than ever.  I'm very thankful for my pilots giving me the comfort I've been looking for...for a very long time. Who wouldn't want this kind of peace?

I find it totally awesome to be able to talk to GOD and his son JESUS about everything.  Friends in general are really your associates.  Friends and I might as well say...family will deceive you in every since.  I consider my pilots above my friends always.  They will never deceive you.

I can say that I live with happiness in my life.  Nonetheless...you can't get no better than that.  When you read this post, go out to the ones you love and say I love you and give them a hug, because you never know if their is another day promised to them, or to you.  I'm thankful that I'm spared each and every day.

Memories Of A Wonderful Woman

Book 85 - Special Edition Post

Husher & Maggie Thomas
Copyright Reserved 2018

Luke 2:19 - 19. But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart. 





I take great pleasure in writing about what was one of the important women in my life, besides my mother Ruth . I can't say enough about this woman. My mother is the queen of all queens, but my grandmother Maggie Lee Thomas was an inspiration to me. I miss her so much! It's been almost twenty-nine long years in August since her death on St. Patrick's Day 1989. I felt as though I needed  to dedicate this post in her honor.

I never celebrated St. Patrick's Day after night she died. I saw it at the time as one of my darkest days of my life.  I remember my mother Ruth and a few others (of whom I don't remember came with her) to the house just a little before nine o'clock p.m. that night to inform my twin sister Sherri, my brother Wesley and myself about our sweet grandmother Maggie and that she passed on glory. It was totally silent around the house. No cries. Nothing.

My mind started wondering as I thought of my grandmother Maggie. I remember going the hospital the day before she passed away. I remember coming into her hospital room all happy and smiles. I walked over to my grandmother's hospital bed and touched her. Her skin was almost as cold as ice. She was very unresponsive to my touch. I immediately got upset with the nurses and doctors about my grandmother's condition.

I asked them, "Why was my grandmother so cold?" At that moment I thought the nurses and the doctors were freezing her to death. I asked the them if they would bring a couple of warm blankets into the room for my grandmother's comfort. The nurses didn't hesitate to do so as I requested. They were covered my grandmother Maggie with the blankets from her neck to the soles of her feet.

My mother Ruth stood on the other side of her mother's hospital bed looking at me and then at her mother. Then I looked up at my mother. I could tell my she wanted to tell me something. I thought to myself, "My mother Ruth wanted to tell me that my grandmother Maggie was going to glory." At that time...I thought that my mother Ruth didn't have the heart to tell me what was happening to my grandmother.

I know I couldn't take looking at my grandmother Maggie unresponsive state, because it was breaking my heart. I had to leave the hospital. My mother Ruth, my uncle Joe and my grandmother's brother Buddy stayed with my grandmother Maggie a little while longer. I remember arriving home to inform my sister Sherri and brother Wesley about our grandmother. That was the time we came together and we talked about all the memories we shared with our grandmother Maggie.

Sherri, Wesley and I shared a memory about Christmas. We remembered how our family came together for breakfast before we had a chance to open our presents. Breakfast was a must before anyone in the house could open Christmas presents. Grandmother would set the table with every thing she prepared for our family. There were biscuits, bacon, eggs, grits, sausage, and lots of homemade jams (guava, grape, or strawberry) she made herself, orange juice and the best of all...her special coffee I never learned to make myself.

I could taste that coffee right now as I write this post. Awesome memory! I remember that my grandmother Maggie has a name for everyone who upset her (and that was very very seldom) about anything that didn't make since to her. "Numb skull was her favorite word to call anyone who gave her nonsense." I couldn't help but laugh at my grandmother Maggie every time she called someone a numb skull. I also remember the time when she used her shot gun and accidently shot two birds out of the sky at the same time.

I remember a time my grandmother let my sister Sherri and I plan our sweet sixteenth birthday party at her house. We invited just a few friends (which turned out to be over fifty teenagers) showed at our party. I recorded some musics that we both Sherri and I loved that was huge eighties hit. Our favorite music hit at our party was, "Party All The Time by Eddie Murphy." The rest was totally eighties classics Sherri and I both enjoyed, as well as our friends. My grandparents didn't mind the noise.

My grandfather Husher went into the room.  My grandmother Maggie mingled with our friends and having a great time. That was one of the greatest memories of all time. Sherri and I really had a wonderful time watching our grandmother mingle with our friends...if only a brief moment until Sherri and I cut our birthday cake. We were very appreciative of our grandmother Maggie for letting us have our sweet sixteen birthday party at her hour.

I will never forget that for as long as I live. I think I'm about to write a book with this post. So I will stop here. I want to let everyone know that my grandmother Maggie was a very beautiful (inside and out) and a very sweet woman, I know everyone who would have know her would of loved the sweet spirit she had that everyone would of want to be around.

That's how special my grandmother Maggie were. I would never forget her sweet soul for as long as I live on this earth. I miss her so much.