Proverbs 31:30. Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.
Oh Friends, It’s Friday! And this one you all are especially glad to see because it’s the Labour Day weekend, and the shouts of ‘TGIF!’, Thank God it’s Friday!’ are emanating loud and clear from all over North America. Unfortunately the ole fella’s not shouting this weekend as he was last weekend because I’mfinally back in T.O. Not in my comfortable, cluttered basement office, but actually by Molls, where I’m writing this Bit.
Before I go any further, I want to address one problem. It seems that some people are annoyed with me, that I wasn’t here when Molls died, that I was out of the country. But all I have to say those people is that if they knew the relationship I had with my mother, and some of them did, they would know that I would NEVER go away if I thought she was sick and possibly on her death bed. And though I was angry when I first heard of it, I’m now more saddened that people could think so little of me. Anyway, that’s water under the bridge. I can’t control other people’s thinking and talking. I learned that from my mother long ago. The only difference is that she was strong enough to let it wash over her, but I have to get it off my chest first. And now that we’ve done with the negative stuff. Let’s get to the good stuff.Yes Friends, I went to visit the ole girl in the morgue this afternoon, and did she ever look beautiful! The lady who took us down warned that she might not look too good, so I was a bit apprehensive. However, Friends, when they brought‘M’ into the room where Denise, her caregiver and I were, a sudden quiet, refreshing feeling of joy came over me because she looked just the same as she did before. Oh Friends, I hugged and kissed her face and ran my hands through her hair as I was wont to do. Obviously ‘the tears in my eyes could not hold anymore,’ and I said I was sorry that I didn’t get to see her before she went home, but that was the way the Good Lord wrote the script. And being the kindly, forgiving soul that she was, she forgave me, because she knew deep down that I wouldn’t do that on purpose. Ah people, as I write this Denise is showing me some pictures of her in younger years and the tears want to flow. But I have to control them so I can write properly. Anyway, I’m going to take abreak here, eat some food then go up the street to check out a funeral home and finalize some burial arrangements. Hopefully by the time I come back, I will have something concrete to tell you all. Li’l more time. And I’m back now, about nine fifteen in the evening, this time in my even more cluttered than usual basement office. At least we have one thing settled: The funeral will take place on Saturday September 10, at one o’clock in the afternoon at the Highlands Funeral Home at 3280 Sheppard Ave. E. That’s Sheppard and Warden Avenues. Visitation will be on Friday 9 September between 5 and 9 p.m, also on Saturday before the service between 12 and 1. The place of burial hasn’t been finalized as yet. Hope to do so tomorrow. Oh my people, it’s been a long day and tiring day. I haven’t slept since I don’t know when, but just seeing Molls made it all worthwhile. Thank you Lord! Although it was rough not seeing her before she went home, I know that she’s in a much better place now, where there is no night, only day, and no pain and sorrow, only peace and LOVE. And that’s the way she tried to live her life, even recently when the pain racked her fragile body. And yuh know what friends, though I won’t be going to New York to celebrate Labour Day as I used to, I will stay in T.O. and celebrate the life of a wonderful, kind, generous, LOVING woman, my late departed Mother, Molly Claire O’Brien. And I can say that with great certainty, because that’s how I saw her live from I was old enough to understand. Her life wasn’t easy, but you’d never hear her complain. Often we’d fall out when I thought she was going overboard for something or somebody who didn’t seem to be worth her time and effort, but she would say that she was doing it for me. And believe me people, there have been many times in my life where I have been specially blessed because I was Molly O’Brien’s son. What more can I ask eh? And most of you who knew her would certainly agree with me. Anyway, that’s it for today. I’ve got to go and find a Bit now, so I can publish this while it’s still Friday. And as usual Friends, you can see that the Lord came to my rescue in less than five minutes: ‘Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.’ Friends, my old mother was beautiful in her younger days, but she was also a woman who feared, revered, lived for and LOVED the Lord. Again, I’m sure that most of you who knew her would agree. No she wasn’t a saint, but as close as one could come, while still being a sinner! Much LOVE!…live right…walk good…and do good…those are the hallmarks of a true Christian…
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