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Huckleberry

August 21, 2012

 There are some people who feel like they are born experts. And I assure you, Lynn Rush was one of those people. According to her she was born with unquestionable skills and diverse talent in any area our "simple" minds could imagine. That's how she was able to justify "borrowing" my car one Saturday afternoon while I was napping. Sounded absolutely reasonable to her. It was a quiet Saturday afternoon. She and her sisters wanted something fun to do. That settled it! Got the keys. Started the engine. Lynn. Bobbie. Niecy. Trina.  "Jetted". Zayre's Department Store was the destiny. 

According to Lynn's assessment all was well. After all she was twelve years old and ready to take responsibility for her life, her actions and her family. No problem. The car was perfectly parked, confirming Lynn's view of herself as the newly self-appointed family matriach.  How could anyone even think she would not be able to handle driving the family car. At twelve she knew she was qualified to take on any situation. Hey, she and her sisters, "The Dalton Gang" were thoroughly enjoying themselves. Not a care, not a worry.

Funny though that even the most brilliant plans can come to a screaching halt if the right person (maybe I should say the wrong person lol) suddenly enters the world of a genius. Well "Mothas" plans got turned upside down when Miss "grown-up" and the "Daltons" ran into Granny while they were at Zayre's.  This same self-proclaimed genius instantly became the "Idiot for the Day".  When Granny questioned her, Lynn could not come up with one explaination, alibi and get this not even one lie. (Lying was supposed to have been one of her greatest talents - Before Christ-) As you have probably figured this adventure did not end well. Lynn and the "Dalton Gang" were caught, punished and became the worst car theives to grace the hood that year.  

Lesson learned - Parents and of course grandparents can love even the most crazy, pitiful self-proclaimed 12 year old car thieves.  Signed "Mommie"

The Trumpet

May 30, 2012

There needs to be a thunderous roar to spread the story that she wrote: 
Oh trumpet sound the melody in hope that all will hear the sad song of a country that bore her and yet failed to lift the banner high enough to possibly change her plight.

A "nation" of people who knew and loved her share the same story, though tragic, but oh so familiar. A truth told of tears shed for brothers, sisters, and all of those kinfolk who have walked  the very same path. This troubling destiny endured by this woman is hard to forebear because some complacent minds only saw a woman, a sickness, but never saw her realness or her character or her might.

Oh listen, we cry! Oh hear us, we cry! Oh feel us, we cry! Oh help us, we cry!
 A pill, or a test or a pick-line - these are remedies of convenience but not her cure. Yes they help, but a cure would do so much more to soften the tunes from the sad songs you sung and we sung while she suffered, waitng, hoping that you would look in her eyes and see her- How wonderful she was. For those who knew her and loved her, a gift from heaven to cherish and love!

But you never really looked in her eyes and you missed the greatness of the harmonies that reigned in her; not only in her voice (while beautiful it was) but more importantly in her soul. She and all that follow her path are worthy to be hailed with dignity and respect, remembering the one that created them is watching from above.

Sound loud  oh great trumpet, don't ever stop lifting your voice to tell her story. She left behind so many a notes to be played even if some refuse to hear them. No you are not God, we don't argue that point. But you do have more to give to make the story she told you worthwhile.  No longer can our world afford to lose these precious jewels that fought for justice and equity because you do not hear and do not know the songs of these our children gone.  Love Mommie

PS: (Why I wrote "The Trumpet") Even during the last months of Lynn's illness she had to address the mis-conception that she was only seeking drugs, although she was suffering from many end-of-life conditions related to Sickle Disease. Sadly not only is racial profiling found in the legal field but by many who are culturally, socially, and racially ill-equipped in the healthcare arena.

 Unfortunately, there are currently few if any conclusive clinical trials being conducted in order to improve, advance and/or cure Sickle Cell. What a sad commentary for the field of clinical research.

This is the first heredity disease identified as a "point mutation" making research benefical to many that suffer from hereditary conditions.  I feel, along with many other minority health care professionals that this research is often negated because it primarily affects minorities.  Think about it. - The Trumpet! 

Chilling'

May 24, 2012
We spent our holiday together at home last Thanksgiving. for us that was a tremendous blessing, seeing Lynn and Bobbie had spent many holidays in the hospital - especially in these later years. So all of us felt like last year we were given a special gift from God, the gift of family and home! What a relaxing day. No company and no schedule to keep yet we had so much to share. Lynn had said many times during the year that she would get up and she would cook for her family. The hospice nurse would respond admiringly that this was a noble an selfless goal, particularly for a end-stage hospice patient. however none of us knew that the noble giant would always purpose within her heart to qrqiqse above any obstacle to give her love and attention to her family. THAT'S THE KIND OF HEART SHE HAD!!! Lynn baked cakes and pies, she shopped for groceries and silverware, ultimately contributing to the comfort and the peace we shared as a family that Thanksgiving. If I could thank her once more I would but since her ears can't hear me now, I still believed she knew how much I thanked her and loved her, even till the day she left us to join her Lord and Saviour. I come back to this page to tell her stories not because I'm stronger than the rest but just because I will never forget, nor will I ever cease to love her. Mommie.

Adventures of

April 17, 2012

For some reason the women in our family, including, sisters, and cousins, from 18 to 80 put their prospective spouses through great scrutiny, testing, questioning and screening in the person of Lynn Rush. Well of course she was fair, moral, full of integrity, forthright, stable, kind, - yack, yack and more yack. Actually Lynn was virtually fearless and absolutely nosey. She did not mind getting in your business. The fact is she thought it was her constitutional right as well as her patriotic duty to man, dog, cat and especially all the "Sista's", White folk, and all those in between to  give her personal opinion and approval of any "negro" and other fellow american who stepped to one of us.

And boy did her voice carry weight! Those guys stood before her realizing they had to go through hoops to prove they were worthy to become our mates. Now some of them were faking but they so' put on a big front. She had a pretty good eye for the fakers and if she spotted them and they got the thumbs down - they just got "dumped".  Funny thing is, she was usually right.  (Picked up this gene of course from Granny- smile)

Check this out. One guy, called Lynn in the hospital to get permission to marry one of her favorite cousins. He was so relieved when she gave her blessings to him.  This other person who I know very well had to promise to give this wonderful, kind, loving lady (lol) a diamond wedding ring.  This particular "bear wrestler" submitted and brought her a beautiful wedding ring and birth stone. The one "kid" was inducted into the family under his wife's maiden name.  That girl knew how to get the job done!

You would think these guys would have secretly loathed  bossy opinionated Lynn Rush. But actually all of the above victims, I mean subjects, I mean suspects, well alright I mean husbands really grew to love Lynn Rush. As bossy as she was, she was so full of love and would do anything for her family and she did not discriminate.

Well, I think we should nominate, Markie,  to carry on this family tradition.  I guarantee Markie can conduct a interview with your future spouse you will never forget.  Just ask the former bear wrestler.

Take care,  Matching Mates for Hire, Inc.!

Adventures of Huckleberry

March 3, 2012

Lewis Joins The Pastor's Chior

I will never understand why anyone would want to drag a big stinky stuffed animal everywhere. I know I am whining about that "guy" again named Lewis. (Remeber the teddy bear). But Lynn just refused to relinguish any hold she had on him. The bond between them was not to be broken. 

Yes you may think "its was only a teddy bear". But do you know how difficult it is to prepare for a trip when you are dealing with four children and a mate.  Here I am trying to organize the trip for the Pastor's Choir and also trying to get my own family prepared.  And my family! Every one of them had a way of losing several chromosomes whenever I was there to do all of the work.  The nerve of sticking me with the task of finding a seat on the church bus so Lewis could travel with us. We had about 65 young people and a bus that was filled to capacity because it only could accommodate 40 passengers. 

But of course my outcrys against this ridiculous notion were totally overlooked after Lynn Rush "suckered" her dad into going along with the "lame-brain" ideal of taking Lewis along. To stir your memory I just want to remind you that Lewis was a very gigantic teddy bear. Every kid dreamed of having a stuffed animal his size (Not me though! I avowed to dislike him FOREVER).  But guess what! Since those lost chromosomes were floating "somewhere over the rainbow" and were no where to be found in my girls or their father's brains Lewis actually joined us.

Hard to believe.  He did not fit in the overhead shelf nor under the seats. So Lewis actually got his own seat. Some of the guys decided to humor Lynn and gave up their seats.  You know thats when I decided that Lewis would always prevail. I pouted and mumbled the whole trip but it did no good. Lewis didn't hear me 'cause he was just a dumb ole' teddy bear. Simply put, Lewis won - I lost.

Signed "Sore Loser" who will always hold a grudge against Lewis.

Lewis - The Continuing Saga of

February 14, 2012

Lynn spent many days, weeks and sometimes as much as two months in the hospital, battling many sicknesses and afflictions. Our family learned to pray and seek God's comfort, peace and healing. Repeatedly, God showed us kindness and raised Lynn up. With each discharge we would celebrate while packing  several bags of clothing, other "hoarded" items and  at least two teddy bears.

By the time Lynn was 7 or 8 years old we had  teddy bears everywhere.I don't think all of them were teddy bears but all kinds of stuffed animals.  But since there were too many to count I just started calling all of them teddy bears.  And they were everywhere. They were all over the bedrooms, in the closets, down in the basements, out in the garage.  Some of these fuzzy, itchy creatures even accompanied us on family outtings, church trips and worst of all family vacations.  I kid you not, they became an intimate part of our immediate family. 

I admit at first I thought they were cute but as they kept multiplying they began to look like stupid, motionless, smiling - teddy bears. But because all of them had a special meaning and a unique story attached Lynn Rush was not about to let them go. And since they came and went back and forth each hospital visit to comfort her, we just all helped to carry them in and out by the bags full at each discharge.

One day this "guy" showed up, which was really a teddy bear, (But honey I'm calling him a "guy"). He came from one of her favorite cousin, Kim's house; whether he was stolen by Lynn or Kim gave him to her I am not sure. But anyway he joined our ranks. He was about 4 feet tall -  at that time as tall as Trina, my baby girl- and weighed about 15 t0 20 lbs. For years this "guy" called Lewis traveled with us. Finally he got sat "upon" in our car. We didn't have enough room for him anyway,seeing we had 4 not -so- dainty, loud mouth, pouty, worm-collecting daughters (All whom I dearly love!). I'm just glad  that I  did not have to to feed him. Especially, since on occassion, those other people in my family insisted that I help dress him.

Well the moral of the story is that I don't care if all the children in the house did like the "guy", except of course Bobbie. There was at least one person in the house who could not, absolutely refused to like that stinky big teddy bear named "Lewis".

Wonder who that was ? Signed "Lewis-Hater" forever.

The Great Right Hope

February 14, 2012

A few years back there was a movie made entitled "The Great White Hope".  The underlying theme of the film was that there was a group of people of like blood, culture and social values who percieved another group of people of like blood, culture and social values as a threat to their well-being. So they sought to find a hero to remove the threat of defeat from their opposing group. So this "hope" in the form of a man arrived and subsequently brought defeat to the opposition, restoring their percieved  place of victory.  This was their "hope".  

Well I see a comparison for those who are righteous and are looking for their "Hope in Christ" to defeat the age-old enemy called death. I Corinthians 15: 42 - 43, 53-55, 57 says"So also is the resurrection of the dead. It is sown in corruption; it is raised in incorruption; It is sown in dishonour; it is raised in glory; it is sown in weakness; it is raised in power: ... For this corruptible must put on incorruption, and this mortal must put on mortality. So when this corruption shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, Death is swallowed up in victory  O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory?... But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ". 

As I truly believe that Christ was Lynn's hope, let's also declare Him to be our hope. Looking for the blessed hope and victory only given through Christ.

Humbly submitted
"Mommie"

God's Healing Word!

February 4, 2012

Today has been a very difficult day for me. I like many of you am grieving the loss of Lynn and boy did I need a boost. No, I didn't go get a drink, drag out BB King or kick the dog (I don't have one anyway. lol) But I did find solance in God's Word.  The Word of the Lord always puts things in perspective. 

All of our days are numbered here on earth but eternity is  "F-O-R-E-V-E-R".  Soon we will all face eternity either through death; the soon-coming Rapture of Gods church, also know as the first resurrection of the righteous. Unfortunately many will not be "Caught Up" and will have to face the resurrection of the wicked and the second death.  

Meet the requirements through Baptism in Jesus Name for the Remission of Sins and also receiving the Baptism of the Holy Ghost with evidence of speaking in tongues as the Spirit gives the utterance.  Except a man be born of the water and of the spirit he cannot enter in and except a man be born again he cannot see the Kingdom (St John 3rd chapter) - Rev 20: 13 " Blessed and holy is he which has part in the first resurrection. Over such the second death hath no power." 

Please be ready! Lynn prepared herself for the first resurrection and we must do the same. Listen to her song "Someday".  ...I'm going to tell my story up in glory, - we will be caught up, caught up to meet Him." This refers to I Thess 4:15 - 18 "For this we say unto you by the Word of the LORD, That we which are alive and remain unto the coming of the Lord shall not prevent them which are asleep. For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God and the dead in Christ shall rise first: Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord. WHEREFORE COMFORT ONE ANOTHER WITH THESE WORDS."  Your Little Sister, Beleta Butts aka "Mommie"

My big sister!!!!

January 26, 2012

Truly, I thank and praise God for Lynn and allowing us to be apart of one another's life. I grew up with all boys and was as raunchy as they were ...yet deep inside I long for an older sister and God gave me more than I expected! So on my first date with my husband, Lynn Rush and Bobbie were there...it was funny because..I was so nervous...I ordered a steak dinner and couldn't eat it so..she said, I'll eat it!, now this was my first time actually being around her. I found out later that my husband had borrowed the money from her to buy me dinner...LOL, she wasn't wasting that! As time passed I loved being around my sisters and grew a unwavering love for them..that even at times made me jealous when others had their attention. I learned so much from each one. Lynn and I share many like qualities....we both adored my husband and I didn't take right to her, right away..it was Bobbie. Then later God sent me Trina and our bond grew. They all were protective and loving! When I thought that Lynn didn't love me but only tolerated me..the Lord allowed me to see how much she loved me...she told me and showed me in so many ways! When I was down she gave me encouragement and when I was sick, she called to check on me while she was sick! The more we talked ..I learn..we were alike in many many ways. I will never forget her and am so glad to have known her! Always missed yet never forgotten!

Flowered Shorts

January 16, 2012

Continued Saga of "The Adventures of Huckleberry Lynn".

Chapter 4 "Flowered Shorts.

Sister Yvonne is one of the many Saints here in Iowa who has shown love and support by helping our family.  But sometimes there would be a battle of wills between Yvonne and Lynn Rush. Wonder Why? It's pretty easy to figure out if you have ever worked with either one of them. They both have strong leadership attributes - Ah well I guess I'm being too nice. Yes they both are/were  leaders - very helpful but also very bossy, strong-willed and determine to do things their way  - which they both declared years ago to be the right way.  So Oh boy most of the time the fight was on when they were together.

However one time in particular both of these young ladies called a "cease-fire" or some kind of ridiculous truce to get rid of the most beautiful pair of shorts I ever had.  The shorts were flowered and had the most lovely design of flowers in red, blue, purple, yellow, pink and orange.  I even brought tops to match every color. What a wardrobe enhancer.  So I never understood why they threw them away while we were moving.  I was crushed, devastated, and painfully wounded. 

They never knew this but the only reason I forgave them and moved on was because I decided to finally totally obey the Apostolic Doctrine in 1996 (for a while anyway) so I had to give up worldly clothes and dress according to the teachings of holiness.  But guess what I never let them help me clean out my closet again.  One memory I will never forget - Mommie

The Adventures of

January 3, 2012

I have never written a novel but if I did I could entitle it "The Adventures of Huckleberry Lynn", 

Chapter One - At three months of age she was the noisiest person in the entire restaurant.  I don't know what she said but I do know she refused to stop "babbling".

Chapter Two - At five years of age she snatched Trina, her baby sister who was 4 months old, and took her outside and rolled her down a very steep hill.  Of course Trina has always been nuts so she was thrilled by the whole escapade.

Chapter Three - "Lynn Rush" got the wind knocked out of her when she smacked Niecy and took off running to escape Niecy's fury only to meet a more sturdy, stunning fury - The living room wall.

Chapter Four etc. etc. etc - Well if you guys would like you can write more chapters There are so many memories and so many laughs.

Final Episode - This annoying, goofy, loud, red-haired  child grew into a very special young lady. Lynn  taught us all that "We don't have to be "important" to be IMPORTANT!  Without all the titles that many of us have earned, without a large bank account, without holding one public office, without winning a Grammy, without competing in "Sunday Best", without becoming a world-renowned movie star: what an impact she had on the lives of those who knew her.  Truly her living  a holy life was not in vain. "Mommie" 

To My Lynn

December 31, 2011

On December 24, 2011 God called you to your eternal home.  I thank and praise God for the years you were with us.

You were the rock of the family. We'll miss you but we have the comfort in knowing there will be no more pain and suffering.

Though you are absent from the body your precious memories will always be with us.

I promise to keep the pound cake recipe in the family.

Love,

Granny

THIS FLOWER (written by "Mommie")

December 30, 2011

A seed one day planted brought forth life with joy, A FLOWER, through grace did God 's purpose  employ.

So within God's purpose THIS FLOWER did bloom in love and dedication; And from THIS FLOWER, strength was received through faith painted petals, as victory beat death again and again and we danced to the Lord in celebration.

THIS FLOWER 's aroma went up to the skies and sweetened the path that many did cross, It's petals of kindness and love in dewed meadows will hold in our hearts and shall never be lost.

 THIS FLOWER's season passed in the frost and now heaven views its splendor, its petals now lay in a field where His hands hold them so tender.

THIS FLOWER is crowned for lifting up JESUS with songs that gave Glory to Him from within;  proclaiming him always as the Lord and Savior- given a song that never will end. 

Love "Mommie"

THOSE RUSH GIRLS!!!

December 30, 2011

I met Lynn, Niecy and Bobbie in high school at Lawrence North. Immediately once we got to know each other it was as if we had known one another for years. Lynn's vocal range and the depth of her skills was amazing. They pushed me! I remember being in the choir room after school listening to Niecy play the piano and the girls singing and harmonizing. They were such and awesome group of young ladies to be around. They made me want to OPEN MY MOUTH AND SANG FOR JESUS FOREVER..LOL!! It was there idea to start a gospel choir at LN and it was amazing when so many students showed up to sing. I remember the trying days for Lynn and Bobbie because of the affects of having sickle cell anemia had on them and how they had to miss school because of it. Niecy would try as much as she could to get whatever work they needed and to catch up on. Through the years I tried to find them but was unsuccessful. It hurts to know that Lynn has passed and I didnt have the opportunity to see her again on earth....but hey...Earth's lost is HEAVEN'S gain! Niecy, Bobbie and Lynn....hmmm....hearing them sing together shut me up and made we want to hear more...you know what I'm saying... If my memory serves me correct I believe our choir teacher was Miss Patchen and she was just as impressed as I was. To be able to witness young women of God sing with so much power, conviction and anointing was truly a blessing from God.

You all are in my prayers and know that even though we have not spoken in over 20 years....the way that all of you carried yourselves and were true friends to me...has left a lasting impression that I will never forget.

R.I.H. Lynn....

Love,

Sherre' D. Bell(Brooks)

Lynn-Lynn

December 30, 2011

The bossest person that I know and could tolerate was my oldest daughter Lynn-Lynn.  She loved her father with an unusual respect. She was so strong and she fought that monster Sickle Cell. She would always see potential problems and would mitigate or handle problems "behind the major exposures." Lynn got things done. When she was a little girl I used to fuss at her because she would always be trying to "do something." She was the "family organizer." She was a model to her sisters and she loved her family and she Loved Her God.

The Lord made a great person when He made Lynn Rush. I liked her. I love her. but now I wil have to say Good Bye to her, or at least Good Bye for now. God be with you till we meet again!  God Speed Beleta Lynnee' Rush                               Your Crying Daddy

 

 

Im A Rush

December 29, 2011

When Trina and I told Lynn about our Engagement  she responded quickly with Joy telling me she was glad I was going to be a Rush now (lol).  We all lauphed as we knew what she was really saying and this is we would truly be one family. Which is why we never use terms as Brother or Sister Inlaws.

Jokingly she would ask how her (Black)inlaw was doing and I would refer to her as my Sister(outlaw). :-)

Lynn and I would often Hide recee peanut butter cups from each other in different parts of the refrigerator.

I was always fascinated by Lynns Historic scrap books and documentation of current events.

Lynn's knowledge of scripture and powerful testimony effected the lives of so many people she would touch in or out of the hospital. She had her own witnessing note book of bible studies and lessons she had researched herself to share with others.

Lynn will always be with me because her light has made an impact on my life.

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