PinkoCommie
06-04-2013, 10:22 PM
for my across-the-street neighbor of many years in my inner-city neighborhood.
Was one of just two white folk there, the other also a neighbor.
It was a service like I have never seen even having also come up in the South and in a Pentecostal church.
Mary, she was.
And, no, she never did suffer and never did weep. For, like few among the many of faith, she was Oh So Ready having lived a life of impressive accomplishment both in the flesh and spirit. She was one of those whose light shined so brightly she could have never ever known how far or upon whom it shined.
Bereaved in the extreme, wet eyed as I write this, it was even more fruit to see her daughters who I know well and remain across the street in the mini-real-estate-empire this woman built after coming up with absolutely Nothing, showed their JOY at the service. For they were Sure and Secure in knowing where OUR mamma is, and that they - if not my horribly underserving self - will see again one day.
Thank you, Mary.
Backsliding rationalist I am and will be, you nonetheless loved me so much AND restore for me my love of MANKIND. I can only in my best moments be a reflection of the wonder that was you, yourself only a reflection of the WONDER I just can't seem to understand.
It was a beautiful day and service that - impossible as it seemed to be before experiencing it - that rose to the level of what and who you ARE and were for me.
My neighbor, my beloved step-grandma in those hard, too-near years after the loss of my natural one who also had the Red Phone.
Say a prayer for Mary. Not for her future, but for her life here where she unfailingly made this tough neighborhood a lot less tough and a lot more beautiful in fact and in heart.
Godspeed, Mary.
http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/dallasmorningnews/obituary.aspx?n=mary-mayfield&pid=165086428&fhid=2689
How Thankful I am hard times brought me here from that so-called better neighborhood.
You enriched my life and leave behind Much whether the below-market rentals you offered as a Hand Up or in the loving greetings you had for the worst and least among us as they rounded Our Shared Corner every day as you tended to your still gorgeous flowers.
Will never forget you. Will never be able to be even a fraction of the person you were. But, I daresay, I'm moved to try.
Would that this gal were half as amazing as the truly inspired singer there today, her voice cracking at the most emotional turn in the song only to be lifted up by Mary's joyous older daughter who came to her aid and support so that it could be finished beyond gloriously...
Red and blue and washed a cool, clean white by the folk we all fight for, I ask you take moment to wish well and celebrate a woman I love and admire so much
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xfy95cgwAhM
Was one of just two white folk there, the other also a neighbor.
It was a service like I have never seen even having also come up in the South and in a Pentecostal church.
Mary, she was.
And, no, she never did suffer and never did weep. For, like few among the many of faith, she was Oh So Ready having lived a life of impressive accomplishment both in the flesh and spirit. She was one of those whose light shined so brightly she could have never ever known how far or upon whom it shined.
Bereaved in the extreme, wet eyed as I write this, it was even more fruit to see her daughters who I know well and remain across the street in the mini-real-estate-empire this woman built after coming up with absolutely Nothing, showed their JOY at the service. For they were Sure and Secure in knowing where OUR mamma is, and that they - if not my horribly underserving self - will see again one day.
Thank you, Mary.
Backsliding rationalist I am and will be, you nonetheless loved me so much AND restore for me my love of MANKIND. I can only in my best moments be a reflection of the wonder that was you, yourself only a reflection of the WONDER I just can't seem to understand.
It was a beautiful day and service that - impossible as it seemed to be before experiencing it - that rose to the level of what and who you ARE and were for me.
My neighbor, my beloved step-grandma in those hard, too-near years after the loss of my natural one who also had the Red Phone.
Say a prayer for Mary. Not for her future, but for her life here where she unfailingly made this tough neighborhood a lot less tough and a lot more beautiful in fact and in heart.
Godspeed, Mary.
http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/dallasmorningnews/obituary.aspx?n=mary-mayfield&pid=165086428&fhid=2689
How Thankful I am hard times brought me here from that so-called better neighborhood.
You enriched my life and leave behind Much whether the below-market rentals you offered as a Hand Up or in the loving greetings you had for the worst and least among us as they rounded Our Shared Corner every day as you tended to your still gorgeous flowers.
Will never forget you. Will never be able to be even a fraction of the person you were. But, I daresay, I'm moved to try.
Would that this gal were half as amazing as the truly inspired singer there today, her voice cracking at the most emotional turn in the song only to be lifted up by Mary's joyous older daughter who came to her aid and support so that it could be finished beyond gloriously...
Red and blue and washed a cool, clean white by the folk we all fight for, I ask you take moment to wish well and celebrate a woman I love and admire so much
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xfy95cgwAhM