TODAY IS DO YOU REALLY KNOW MONDAY
As the weekend drifted away leaving a foul odor that death had taken an entire village of ours, I started to reflect on the horrific smell that dreadful odor leaves behind. Considering this same evil of malice has taken away people that were very dear to my heart as well as others. As I sit at this computer and begin to write, thoughts of one of my families dearest friend is starting to emerge.
Please allow me for the first time to introduce to you Quincy Tyrone Williams. 1963-1988. He was a son, brother, father, my children’s uncle, my cousins father, and the love of their mothers life, my brothers best friend, my best friend, my sisters best friend, my mothers and fathers other son, and my aunt nephew. Some may ask “how does one person become best friend to all?” I have no idea; I just know that we were graciously gifted to have known such beauty in one person. He was pure, honest, loving, and kind, candid, funny, and sincere to us all. He loved from the depth of his soul. He was so loving and kind that his sons and my daughters (two, four, five and six at the time) can vividly reflect on how much he loved them. Even though it’s been (24) twenty four years since he departed, still yet were able to speak of the plentiful good memories about him. This man was so decent in nature that all of his goodness outweighed anything bad he’d ever done.
From my own life experiences and much observation I believe the malice of death is usually an utter shocking to all. When death appeared for Quincy we were shocked in the manner in which it had taken place. An arrangement for him to die had been ordered, and the hands of evil had obliged the task. He was then abandoned by his “so called best-friend” he was chased down in a field by folk he knew, and had been personally acquainted with, he was then brutally stabbed twenty something times. As he lay drifting from this world to the next I can proudly say many of his loved ones “including myself” stayed with him and watched how life tried to stop death (paramedics desperately tried to revive him.) All the while some of us groaned his name with prayers of unknown, while some just filled the air with cries of despair. As the ambulance quickly taken his body away the smell of the night air of death was imminent, and the atmosphere pronounced his departure .
I can’t deny Friday rehashed some old pain from me. I’ve been thinking about Quincy since then. I’ve been looking at pictures of his grown children and his grandchildren and thinking of how proud he would be. I was just smiling at the strength of his sons, especially his elder son. I was talking with their mother, and we were laughing at the good times, and how Quincy was very concerned about his young sons being strong men. Now I understand very much so the very words that he’d spoken to them on a daily base “be strong!” He would tell his youngest son how strong he was, and he would tell his elder son how strong he needed to become. In all sincerity he was preparing them for his departure, as well as how strong they would need to be without him.
Wittily his older son is starting to look just like him when he was in his twenties, and his demeanor speaks that a part of his dad greatness is yet among us. And each one of his grandchildren has many, many of his characteristics as well. Funnily I can hear Quincy mothers voice in his (7) seven year old granddaughter “it’s almost scary” in a fun way.
Fondly when my daughters speak of him, they speak with much respect and adoration of him. Moreover when my brother speaks of him, he smiles and sometimes cries, when my sister speaks of him she reflects on all the good times they shared, when my mother speak about- him she laughs and mentions something odd that he once said, or she reflects on the massive strength in which he displayed. When I think about him I’m sometimes brought to tears, because he was my hero in so many ways. As a young mother when my load was so heavy, he would come and rescue me by taking my two daughters home with him. He would ask me these two questions every time “When are you going to start standing up for yourself? Do you want me to handle it?” In all sincerity he handled a lot of our mess, because we were too immature to handle it ourselves.
Some may ask “Why write this on today?” I felt a need to awaken the masses that believe they know the evil, they know the story, the news is there truth, etc. When our Quincy was murdered there were many that claimed they knew the story, they knew the truth, they knew his past, they were a hundred percent sure who did it. I believe there are two (2) ignorant irrationals that seem to appear to be true for everyone that is left when death has appeared. 1. We give moral casual explanations for the so called norm of what folk do.” According to us we already know the truth; we quickly search our own feelings and belief to make it tolerable to accept the horrific smell of death that has unexpectedly met our occasion of life. 2. We give immoral repulsed reactions to explain the so called abnormality of why folk extend a hand to death to do what it does. Sadly we dare to search the internal and external influence of life and death that causes death to appear and snuff out life. My question to you is "DO YOU REALLY KNOW why life happens here, and why death comes and snatches us from here?"
I’m Susie L Hill blogging to stay free and free others…
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