Happy Birthday, my dear son,
God has blessed me to see another year. I have accepted the fact that you are in paradise with the Lord. Holding on to material things of yours will not bring you back. I'm sure you are very happy, and would not want to return to this wicked world, filled with evil spirits. I no longer selfishly wish you were back here with me. I work hard so that I may someday be where you are. I pray everyday & I honor your memory by trying to help someone, in someway, everyday. The ministry God allowed me to open, to feed the homeless, at least one day (Sunday) is growing slowly. As long as I have food, even if its a bowl of beans & crackers I will do the work of the Lord. I Love you & Miss you so much, I miss Bernard too. When it becomes unbearable I look into the innocent eyes of Meaghan, or I sit & look at pictures of Marcus Jr, & little Jerrold & say Thank You Lord for allowing Jerrold to be with me 42 yrs & Bernard 44 yrs & for allowing me to be here & see great-grand-children. To God be all Praises. Love You, Moma