As a mother and a humanitarian I can only imagine the heaviness of your hearts. Death is not easy to emotionally and mentally digest. The news of a loved ones’ passing seems to eat away at the soul-searching for understanding. Understanding no words of comfort expressed can give because grief is an individual spiritual process. And since it was a healthy child and a member of your family that died the search for understanding is all the more vital. And I’m sure you have heard the following words more than you care to hear them: The death of a child is so unnatural.
I don’t want my thoughts to sound callous because I really do understand your sorrow; but it just seems the statement “The death of a child is so unnatural” are meaningless words when there are no answers to explain a tragic parting. No parent or grandparent should outlive their child or grand-children. So, truly, my heart goes out to each of you as individuals and a family group because you were left without the opportunity to say last goodbyes to Jahi.
The most painful goodbyes are the ones that are never said and never explained.
To my family, friends, loved ones, and readers:
I am asking you to share my post. Not because I need followers but the McMath family will need financial help for final expenses once Jahi is taken off life support. You can give at: http://www.gofundme.com/team-jahi.
It’s not a secret among my family and friends that I am a black Republican. Most black people who are Democrats ask me, “What the hell are you thinking?” And as usual I respond with laughter as they stand there ready to aggressively argue politically. Sadly they forget I have the same freedoms as they to choose whatever. However, this morning a friend sent me this video via email. I thought it was priceless and filled with humor. And I enjoyed the video for so many reasons. My only hope in sharing this video is that others will see the humor in political nitpicking. Have a great rest of the weekend everyone! –Annette
It has been years since I have used the word agapae. But I wanted to use it in a short message to a dear friend. Since I knew I had forgotten how to spell the word I decided to Google it. I typed the following within the Google search bar: agodbae, agodba, agotbae and etc. Yet, nothing I spelled gave me the correct spelling for the word I so dearly wanted to use. I was becoming frustrated. I even thought maybe I had learned a word that did not exist.
Let’s just say it took me forever to find the correct spelling of agape, but, nevertheless, I found it! And I used it! Hip hip hooray!
c.1600, from Gk. agapan “greet with affection, love” (used by early Christians for their “love feast” held in connection with the Lord’s Supper), from agapan “to love,” of unknown origin. In modern use, often in simpler sense of “Christian love” (1856, frequently opposed to eros as “carnal or sensual.
Thursday, November 28, 2013, was on and popping at 6:00 pm in the small town of Longmont, Colorado! For me shopping was at its best! And some people were at their worse! But the ill temperament of others did not stop me from having a great time. Let’s just say, I had way too much fun for a woman on a shoestring budget.
I tell you. My friend Debbie and I began planning our shopping strategy as soon as the stores released their ads. Actually it was more Debbie than I that made our shopping preparations. She is methodical. She is awesome! And I didn’t have a problem following her lead. And this year she had an extraordinary shopping game plan. Talk about divide and conquer! She had each side of Wal-Mart covered with shoppers. With Debbie’s strategic planning we were able to get everything everyone wanted [and then some]. What happened on Thursday, November 28, 2013, should go down in the records as the day shopping for Annette and Debbie was at its’ best.
What makes my friend amazing is that each year she plans and prepares a lavish dinner for a crowd. In addition to cooking a big meal for her family, she bakes pies and cookies for her local school holiday bake-sale, as she works 40 hours a week, drives an hour to work and an hour home every day. Once she gets home she cooks dinner! I know! She is superwoman! I don’t understand how she finds the energy to pull a 24 hour nonstop shopping spree on Black Friday. But her fondness of family makes her determine to buy gifts for her loved ones. And if she doesn’t buy them a gift she hand makes them a special gift. She is incredible. Me, I’m a wuss. I go home after 6 hours of grueling shopping and if I didn’t get someone a gift I just say, “Oh, well.” Just joking!
It’s amazing how Debbie and I become Black Friday shopping buddies. Because honestly I had stopped shopping on Black Friday’s mainly since I shop for a living. And when I am shopping for business I usually buy items for my loved ones for Christmas. So really there is no need for me to be out in the Black Friday crowd. But something happened. Debbie’s best friend who was her mother died in 2012.
Debbie is Caucasian [not that it should matter]. But it seems to me white people grieve differently than black people. Yet, despite the differences in grieving I knew my friend would feel the loss of not having her faithful shopping partner. Therefore, something within me was compelled to go shopping with my friend for 2012 Black Friday.
That year words weren’t spoken. But it was clear to see she was lost without her mom. And her loss and I with no need for a deal kept us out of sync. It is safe to write, we didn’t feel like a team because we had no reason to be a team. However, we did manage to enjoy each other’s company while standing in line. But this year was amazing! We were on one-accord. And! Oh! My! God! I was out of control! I was on a shopping high! It was as if the deals had an aroma of savings [something every penny-pincher likes]. Everything smelt financially sweet. Even the fifty inch and the thirty-two inch televisions I purchased. Laughter. And the funny thing is, I have no need for neither television; but, I am now the owner of two new flat screen TV’s because the deals were too good to pass up.
I purchased many other items but I must write the televisions were my best deals.
Did I meet hostility? You bet ya!
A woman was standing in line for a GPS system when she overheard Debbie giving me instructions to get some Sony DSLR Cameras and full HD Camcorders memory cards. First of all I was panicking. I had just gotten back from a run from the other side of the store. Worse, I was pressed for time and I was having a hard time locating the item Debbie wanted. Debbie kept pointing in the direction she thought the memory cards would be. I kept returning to her with a puzzled look. Finally the woman said, “There down there somewhere.” I thought to myself, “Down there where?!!!” Frustration was setting in so when I found some memory cards I stood next to them.
The minute 7:00 pm rolled around hands began gabbing. I was gabbing with the best of them. This woman that had her basket in front of the display was the recipient of a lot of memory cards she didn’t want. They were dropping into her basket as people were grabbing. Laughter. The funny thing about this story is: this little old woman put her basket in the line of fire thinking it would give her an edge. Her plan was successful in away. People were respectful of her senior status, but it didn’t stop the shoppers from reaching over her and grabbing items. As a matter of fact she didn’t have to grab memory cards for the camera she was waiting in line for; because, again, they were falling in her basket. All she needed to get was the camera. Talk about having good fortune! Yet, the downfall to her plan was that she had to wait till everyone got what they wanted from the display before she could leave. And because she couldn’t leave her maneuver with putting her basket in front of the display kept her in the midst of flying hands that were determine to get items of desire. As I am reflecting on the moment, it was clear to see she had never been to Black Friday, therefore, she didn’t know what to expect [mixed emotions]. Any-who-how . . .
After grabbing the wrong memory cards I notice the memory cards Debbie wanted minutes later for $9.99. So I rushed over to the display and grabbed the remaining. I was proud of myself. Sometime later the same women that pointed me in the direction of the cards gets in my face and moderately yelled, “I went to get some of those memory cards and they were all gone.” She looks down into my basket and then mouthed, “I guess you took all of them?” From her opposed words to her warlike body language I knew the situation could get ugly if I made an unfavorable move. And so I was inwardly willing to give her all the cards but I politely smiled and said, “Mam, how many do you want?” She looked puzzled. Her friend looked puzzled. She said, “I would like to have two.” I reached in my buggy, grabbed two memory cards and gave them to her. She smiled. Her friend began to give me compliments for having the spirit of sharing. I smiled at both the women. When I left the area I felt less intimidated by a person that feels like life has robbed her or withheld from her the things she wants or wanted.
Sincerely, I was glad I was able to diffuse an encounter that could have gone wrong on so many levels. And now that I am older, I realize that I have learned nothing is worth fighting for unless it is your life you are saving. Outside of that, I guess knowing and living by the proverb “If at first you don’t succeed try, try again!” And on that note, I hope everyone enjoyed Black Friday as much as my friend Debbie and I. And if you didn’t get what you wanted in 2013 on Black Friday it was not meant to be for the moment. But keep trying for the prize because it is worth striving for.