But, sweet-heart, what happened with Jeanette, What of her?

Harry, Joe barely spoke to his mom since the day he left, he still had not learned to show or share his love with his family, in fact, Jeanette had not seen him in years! She was praying to see Joe one more time when you entered the room. After you left, a miracle occurred...

Let me tell you of the ending to this history...

INTRO: Six

In the year of our Lord, Nineteen Hundred and Sixty Nine...

Built upon 12 layers of stone, each inlaid in succession with a separate type of gem stone-- jasper-sapphire-chalcedony-emerald-sardonyx- sardus-chrysolite-beryl-topaz-chrysophrase-jacinth-amethyst--were the walls of jasper 216 feet across. Within these walls, twelve gates, each formed from individual, massive pearls, stood wide open in invitation to the multitude of worshippers whom were entering the Holy City. In the center of The Holy City, Jesus Christ, The Knight of Good, The Prince of God, He who carries the Scepter of Earth gathered his Angels in a room deep within HIS FATHER'S Kingdom. With HIS Warriors assembled, an offensive was devised: "We have heard prayers and tears this Earth Day of One Thousand, Nine Hundred and Sixty Nine, AD, which have electrified The Holy City. It is time to invest the reserves. We must send our young apprentice on a quest of discovery. Serus must train, equip, and fortify him for his battles. Call him at once! He must teach and watch over him for the Evil one is not far behind..."

Along a huge, main concourse paved in pure, transparent, glass-like gold, the River of Life flowed endlessly, performing it's Holy function of purifying, cleansing, and eternally refreshing The Holy City of Life in the Kingdom of Heaven.

Serus Jebilia, searching for Apostle Paul and Matthew, noticed them in deep conversation through the heavily laden Trees of Life lining both sides of the river. Waving to them, he strolled over.

"Good day brothers Paul, Matthew. It is a most wonderful time, is it not?" He inquired.

Paul smiled and returned the greeting with a broad, firm hug. "Yes, I heard. It is great. It's about time he defeats that dog Satan's demon. Oh, I wish I could see his twisted face when he hears that you were the one chosen to assist our blooming Knight! We knew Joe would finally ask specifically to end the curse, he was destined to! And, I must say, they are very happy it was you whom was chosen to assist this Squire of The Knight of White!"

"Well, he has a long, hard journey ahead. It will be cause for celebration when he becomes a Most Amazing Gift In Christ Warrior..."

"I understand the council decided on the total program." Matthew interrupted Serus.

"Yes, he did. It is his understanding that HIS conversations with the young man have proven Joe's sincerity. But, I am to "assist" and not interfere with the course of events. The essence of this most Glorious assignment is Joe's desire to rescue his family in addition to himself." Serus interjected. "That is the cause for the necessity of frequent replenishing of the Holy Spirit within him. HE USES THE POWER AS FAST AS WE CAN ANOINT HIM! He is in desperate need of personal assistance in the highest degree. More of the miracle kind rather than the earthly kind. The factors of his battle remain entwined in The Oath his ancestors enacted and swore to, and the refusal of those around him to except HIS Gift. Lately, he has prayed to OUR FATHER on every occasion of evil the demons have instigated. We are impressed with his determination if not his actual progress. He only prays during times of ultimate fear. My assignment is to teach him the proper use of his power. He uses so much of his gift of strength because he waits until he is in desperate trouble before he invokes The Saviors name! The battle is to be enjoined. Joe will travel a hard and difficult course in his quest and endeavor. It is the policy that each man go the route of truth and learn from his mistakes and grow. As long as Joe asks for help, he will receive help."

"Well, you have better be prepared for The Beast's bag of tricks..."

"Do not worry my brothers Paul and Matthew. I did not attain the ranking of Angel First Class, Master Warrior, Captain of the Order of The Most Amazing Gift In Christ, Front Line Battle Brigade by tricks... I have all of The Weapons and Protections of Christ IN MY BAG!!"

"Amen, Thank you Father, Jesus Christ!" They all joined in praise.

A cool, moist and sweet, refreshing breeze, perfumed from the fruits and leaves of cure of The Trees of Life, suddenly swept the air surrounding the trio. The entire Kingdom became one, great, brightly colored mass of moving life. From the roof tops, streets, by-ways, boulevards, and avenues, in a rhythm of love, further than the eye could see, for 1500 miles in each direction, all eyes faced towards the Throne Room of the All Mighty which sat high above the headwaters of The River Of Life; it's wall-less, richly embellished roof resting solidly upon four lavish, gem studded columns. Inside, surrounding a glistening, golden throne, an array of Angels -- ten thousand deep -- announced in a glorious, jubilant tempo of triumphed song, the arrival of Jesus The Christ; GOD'S Son; The Savior of Man; The White Knight of Good over Evil. Throughout the Kingdom of Heaven, cheers of praise and glory echoed; reverberating the Heavens -- further enlightening and encouraging multitudes of The Most Amazing Gift In Christ Warriors to bow in their deepest love, joy, and honor of HIM.

Jesus The Christ, HIS entire being immersed in The Light of Eternal Glory, entered the throne room.

"I AM THE WAY AND THE TRUTH." HIS voice, gentle, yet thunderously loud, broadcast to all whom gathered for HIS Grace. "I AM JOYFUL THAT MAN WILL BE ASSISTED THROUGH YOUR ENDEAVORS. IT WILL NOT BE LONG BEFORE WE WILL RULE UPON THE VERY EARTH FOR A THOUSAND YEARS. IT IS TIME FOR MY WARRIORS TO ENSEMBLE UPON THE FACE OF MY EARTH. THOSE OF YOU WHOM HAVE THEIR ORDERS, I ASK TO DEPART TODAY. THE BEAST IS UNAWARE OF OUR PLANS BECAUSE I CHOOSE TO KEEP IT THAT WAY. VICTORY FOR MY FATHER, VICTORY AND SALVATION FOR MAN!"

Cheers of glorious joy and shouts of HIS Name applauded the Holy City. Serus and Matthew, whom had tears of happiness drenching their faces, arose off bent knees in jubilant praise: "Glory to God in the highest. I love HIM Whom has given me Eternal Life and Purpose." Then he grabbed a hold of Matthew and began departing towards the Palace. "Paul, I will talk to you soon, Good-bye"

A Warrior, dressed in the full battle armor of the Holy Spirit, his Two Edged Sword of Truth, Compassion, and Love clanging against his Shield of Faith, quickly ran to Apostle Paul and, as he removed his Helmet of Salvation between catching breaths of air, said: "Sire... Apostle Paul... I have an... Urgent message... For Captain Jebilia...."

"Lieutenant Bianco." Paul said, pointing fifty yards up the river. "The Captain is over there... walking towards the Palace with Apostle Matthew."

The Lieutenant turned and ran once more in his determination to deliver his message.

"Captain, Captain..." Bianco shouted as he approached Serus. "I have an urgent dispatch... CAPTAIN!"

Both Serus and Matthew halted dead in their tracks. "What is it." Serus asked.

"This is an urgent oral dispatch, sir. The Beast has urged Captain Jobuly to cause Joe to "even the score! He is implementing an horrendous plan of subversion. He has invoked the memory of painful thought in his endeavor to halt your interference!"

"But, how could he have.... Wait I know how he did it!" Serus said as he shook his head and calculated his next move. "Thank you Lieutenant, I am departing now. Inform the council that I shall need your arrival in 12 earth years... You know what to do in the mean time.. don't you?"

"Oh, yes sir.... I have waited for this opportunity. I shall prepare the necessary documents!"

"Good-bye Matthew. I must begin my journey with haste."

Chilly, silken rivulets rain

and break the bound

by their chains

those tears of sorrow

loss and shame

began the dawn

and swept the pain....

Tired and hungry, Joe was in deep thought: of his family; of his ancestors; of his future; of the fact he had not discovered the identities of the murderers of his father--or rather which murderer murdered his father!

Joe's quest had changed once more, yet he knew he had a father in the heavens; someone whom would continue to watch over him during the tribulations of discovery that lied ahead. He realized many journeys, many trials, many experiences, many tests of faith awaited him, on this, his new quest: one of discovery of purpose. Though doubts would arise--for this he knew from experience--he would continue to journey in search of discovery knowing in his heart that God would one day answer him. Yes, experience had taught him what faith could accomplish... but, is faith and fate intertwined? Do they exist as opposing forces? Could fate have decided his life long before he was born? Attempting to block these nagging questions, he briefly thought of his last days in New York a year ago...

He had called his mother, but she refused to take the call. He wound up riding the train to Aggies house.. Oh! poor Aggie; she had become entwined within the curse of Alphonso--which had yet to be broken...

Harry, Jeanettes story ended last night, seven days after the birth of Joe's second daughter: born a tiny, wriggling, joyful bundle of life, Joe, though always displaying anger and blame, carried his mother's heart by naming her Jeanette...

Harry, you have heard the story, you know Joe felt he had been the black sheep of the family since he was born with club feet: even though Jeanette had demonstrated her love and care, he blamed her, along with the world, for what he had conceived as his personal misfortune. And when, at eight years of age, his father was murdered in gangland style and his family thrust into a world of poverty and inequity, he began to silently question the meaning of life, love, truth, and family. Finally, embarrassment of his condition and situation beget a lasting fear of discovery: At eleven years of age, in desperation for answers, he ran away from home on a quest that would take him on a road which coursed every nook and cranny of human endeavor and situation--right and wrong! Contact with his family became far and few in between; besides a once yearly call to Angela, they all but vanished! He hid his heredity, his legacy, his family, in that file marked, Accident:Personal; changed his name and created a fable. He created a family and placed them on father figured thrones of marbled thought and dream! After a series of disasters and broken relationships, he married and the union produced two beautiful children, Danielle and Jeanette. Though the curse continued to affect Joe, by the time of his second daughters birth--seven years after the first--he began to see and understand the true nature and greatness of a mother's labors. He searched that file deep in his mind for stories he would tell these lovely children of his own mother; one kept coming to the forefront of his mind...

You remember the story Harry? The one Joe's mom had instilled, deep in his heart, of the message that the power of his heart, feelings, and touch were brimming with M.A.G.I.C.; bringing warmth and happiness to others--which in turn became mirrors reflecting that power ten fold? Joe recalled it as her greatest lesson: "you must learn that just to speak these words and not feel them in your heart denies the power they possess--they become words of jest..." The emotion and power of this story, Harry, at the very moment of Jeanette's birth, made him think of his mother like he never had before....

"Hello, Angie? Hey, how's it going? We've been blessed with another daughter! Named her after mom..."

"Listen, mom's in the hospital. She's really sick. She has cancer! I think you should forget your feelings and think of hers. You should come down"

A year previous to Joe's call, Joe's mom had began her battle with cervical cancer. For the first six months she underwent chemotherapy and looked and acted as if the cancer would become just another of the mishaps she had overcome with her robust tenacity. After all, was she not a veteran of wounded survival, her heart pumping in perpetual purple? Yes, she survived much: a lonely, fatherless childhood, where she was shuttled amongst relatives... paying her dues by scrubbing floors and making beds -- non of her own. Survived her father's death and a mother's temporary abandonment. And then, the brutal murder of the only other person whom she truly loved: Joe's father; her lover; a man whom used fists as talk; a gangster whom left her with four children whom were little more than tots in shorts. His mom had survived the worst of poverty and inequity, where "one house dress and baloney survival" ruled her life. She had survived the pain of a son whom was born with club feet, and endured five more years of pain as she wondered if that son would ever walk. His mom then survived the worry for her sons, whom followed in their father's foot steps, disappearing for months--and even years on end. Though his mom had few lessons in love, through the haze of his childhood memories, Joe could always recall her devotion, care, and belief in God. In fact, from birth to Communion in the Immaculate Conception, Catholic Church, in Queens, NY, Joe's mom made sure she instilled a path to God in him. Though Joe would vanish for months on end in his battle of wills, it was that most spectacular gift of God that enabled Joe to survive some of the most horrific situations imaginable.

You see, Joe's mom was the sort of woman whom mastered all with an indifference towards hardship. A five foot battering ram, his mom would rumble her heavy frame through all obstacles--real or imagined. She had survived for fifty years based upon her belief in GOD and an innate ability to hide her sorrow in His robes. "His strength," she would say, "allows one to strive with every last drop of God given energy"...

Joe was shocked to hear "she had cancer and was in a hospital!" But he believed with his heart that she would overcome this "set-back"! He hastily packed his family and traveled to Miami where his family had relocated. He arrived at the hospital ten hours later on a rainy, windswept day...

Entering the sliding doors to the hospital, Joe asked directions to the intensive care wing and then found an elevator that would take them to the third floor and destiny...

Hospitals... Oh, how Joe hated them! When he was a child he spent an enormous amount of time in brightly lit sterile corridors of freezing cold tile and stainless steel. Just entering the close confines of an elevator, with white uniformed attendants at elbows end, brought upon a revival of his memories of isolation and terror--the sort of isolation and terror which induces a perpetual fear of sickness. The sensation of the hospital, the elevator, and those starched linen troops, reminded him once more of a fact of his life, a fact that lead to another of his "fibs": he did not go to doctors because he was a man....

Exiting the elevator, Joe and his family were greeted by a stern and foreboding sign, notifying them that they had entered the: "INTENSIVE CARE WARD---SILENCE PLEASE!".

Joe made his way to the nurses station and saw Angela, eyes red and misty, looking like that day so long ago when he awoke to find her seated in the rubble of her own dreams. They talked for more than an hour before Joe asked where his mother's room was and, before Angela could tell him, without a glance, several quiet, pink chilled hands raised above the counter and pointed in unison towards a large, glassed in room, with several occupied beds. He informed his wife and children to wait with Angela at the station and walked towards the room. As he approached the room, another battalion of white uniformed, squeaking soled attendants whom, set faced in their own thoughts, and scurrying about on familiar errands, seized his thoughts; his file, the one marked Accident:Personal, exploded into a series of rapid, visual, motion picture movement...

...Nihanio... dressed as a Dream Catcher... holding a picture book of lost and forgotten memory... whose memory was he holding... is that mine?... Mother's?... did those things occur? Is that mother holding me... in the hospital... tears flowing down her cheeks... begging doctors for help... Serus Jebilia... is that you.. Why are you standing within a cloud of moving picture... was that mother crying?... Family?... I see family... Ginny... Robert... Aggie... Diane.... Gail... Pauly... Father... Sergio... what are you.... family... they are family... pictures rapid in motion.....

Three sets of white uniformed hands raised him from the floor. "Why off the floor?' Angela, nurses... "I am all right... I AM ALL RIGHT!"....

Joe shooed the concerned mob off and back to the station and approached the door. Stopping for a moment, he put the remnants of his fragmented thought into series, added Angela's information, and pulled a mental switch... a vivid picture began to roll....

'She was born to continuance; alone; lonely; desperate; wanting change; desiring a father; a father figure; a family; embarrassment; journey; forget; deny; change; opportunity..... she rushes for love and family, never completing school. A debonair man, named Joe-Pep, sweeps her off her feet with three piece suits, brim feathered fedoras and diamond pinkie rings. His swaggering, boastful attitude, and flashy bank-rolls, speak of unlimited opportunity. He appears as a Knight in Shining Armor, whose battle dress consists of a trench coat and .45, ready to rescue a damsel in distress... She became that damsel... and in short order, gives birth to three boys, one girl, and a heap of visions of what she never had. Her visions of a happy, God fearing family, with a caring husband and father, and a lively, lovely, bunch of school loving children, whom would one day become doctors and lawyers and business men and woman, are dashed in one terrible instant. Joe-Pep enjoys playing in the fast lane until one night in 1962, in his restaurant on 79Th. Street, in Manhattan, NY., the traffic catches up to him in the form of seventeen, copper clad slugs: A vicious tornado sweeps her peaceful village on the shores of life in the dead of night. She awakens to a heap of ruble swept by tides of memory; a life of drifting sands blown hither and dither regardless of want nor desire. Left an uneducated mother with four children. All her life was spent cleaning other folks houses and taking care of other folks worries; menial positions were struggle, long hours and minimum wage were synonymous... yet, her ideals and faith in God continued to occupy her every moments thought and action... Eventually, she discovers her little children have grown up, married, and are well on their way to being successful and self-sufficient; she decides to attend a job career seminar sponsored through a government grant.... She graduates the program teaching low income citizens various careers. She proudly displays a certificate notifying all she is a genuine nurses aid... But irony and the curse of continuity rules her world: After living in slum after slum were she struggles alone to raise her children; after finally seeing her children on their way to successful independence; after completing a rigorous six month training program at fifty six that promises her own independence; she begins her career assigned a position in a prestigious hospital only to be struck down with disease.. and now resides in the very hospital she had recently been employed in.... Oh, how proud she must have looked, standing in her starched, white uniform, holding her fancy diploma with it's colorful calligraphy.... as if she had attained a doctorate degree'.... and, when Joe thought about it, he realized she had... 'A doctorate on ending the Curse of Alphonso!' At that precise moment, Joe knew she had traveled his road long ago--he was but repeating her journey! Yes, the Curse, in full bloom of perennial revival...

Turning into the room, Joe was greeted to an unfamiliar picture: "Mom?!" He asked. "Can this truly be the large, happy woman whom was the champion in the ring of life?" Her heaped, frail bones, and loose, wrinkled flesh draped the bed like a hundred year old, worn quilt, it's once supple down peeking in ragged tufts through ruptured seams; only it's faded color and design left to prompt recognition. He was stunned! His Mom was but a mere, rough sketch of his memory. Her eyes were tightly shut... a grim red slash replaced her once plump lips that had planted many a tender kiss upon his cheeks in the hour of his needs... they trembled.. Was it with hope? Fear? Or were they in rhythm with the memories of her dreams?

Silent and furtive, as if attempting to locate his seat after arriving late to a theater of life, Joe approached her bed. Oh! How he desperately desired to rescue her... to reach out and hug her... to lift her back into the "real world of life and love" with her favorite saying: "it's gonna be all right" ... but he feared awakening her--for he knew, at that precise moment in time, this parody of life and death would reveal itself as to what it truely was... REALITY! The impact of his sudden awakening to life's frailty jolted those guarded questions, questions clutched deep within the mind, only to be released after life teeters over the brink of death's abyss: Had he ever told her he loved her? Had he become what she envisioned? Was she happy in her thoughts with his endeavors? Did she truly know that he placed no blame upon her for his misfortunes of life...only joy in his fortunes?

Questions ruled his thoughts. They built upon each other until his mind was a frenzy of unanswered questions which Joe knew would haunt him to his last breath. And then, as if GOD was shouting to him: "My son, you are blessed with the miracle of second chance.... You have the time and opportunity to tell her of your thoughts!" His mind traversed an invisible link in thought with hers and her eyes suddenly opened in recognition, revealing an internal light, energized and dynamic; clear, sharp and undivided by her battle with her pain and hope. A smile broadcast through the interference of her sunken cheeks and tore asunder his very emotions... His arms instinctively reached out for familiar ground and touched more then the leavings of her physical being; they touched that very sacred portion of her existence: her very soul and spirit. Electrified, he was immersed in the waters of eternal emotion. A thunderstorm welled the core of his being, threatening to burst forth and release his personal fears of pain, death and sorrow... But, Joe would not open that dammed up raging flood lest it cause her, in turn, to join his river of tears; he was sure a lop-sided victory would ensue, were the soothing of his emotions would come at the expense of her few remaining precious drops of life's sustaining liquids. He forced himself to batten down the hatches of his trembling emotions and sailed, full blown, into that rare, incredible port of destiny, were life flowed on the edge of death.

"Mother, I love you--you know I love you--I've always loved you--you have given me so much--I'm so proud of you--I have brought Pat, Danielle and a new baby--your namesake--we named her Jeanette--after you--she's a spitting image of you--you have to see her.." Joe blurted his stream of thought in an instant of both apprehension and joy.

Her eyes glistened with droplets of twinkling lights as her smile intensified in joyful acknowledgment and recognition that her son, Joe, had returned; her little boy had become a father himself!.

The angry, grim red slash, violently etched upon her face earlier, was temporarily vanquished along with her pain. In that humbling moment, he could feel a transformation and bonding of their souls through their mutual love and understanding. For so long, they had been at odds; each one of them believing that the other did not care... and now, with the beginnings of one life and the ending of another, they were drawn together in a mixture of joy and grief. Forced to withdraw--lest he comment of her impending future--he kissed her and said he was going to get his family. He then turned in his haste at composure and sauntered through the door in a show of false bravado.

After conversing with his wife on his Mom's condition, the first thing she asked was if it was rational for them to allow Danielle, whom was seven, to see her in such a state. This sensible question did not require much forethought on his part, for he immediately recalled the morning of his father's funeral...

"...Oh, my poor Father... If only I had the chance to have told him I loved him...."

...Informing his wife of his decision, Joe began explaining to his daughter Danielle that Grandma Jean was sick and to his best ability illustrated what had occurred so she could understand and tell Grandma Jean she loved her. Grasping Danielle's hand, they shuffled their way into the room.

It immediately became clear that Joe's decision had been the correct one. Danielle's delicate voice and genuine love radiated throughout the room. She asked Grand Ma Jean why she was so sick, and soon, his Mom and Danielle were talking and laughing away. He was so proud of this child of God, whom looked beyond the mere physical attributes of this sick woman and into her heart. After ensuring the oldest daughter went first in conversation, he presented Jeanette. His Mom summoned her reserves of strength and reached out to hold this new born child in her arms. As if her bed was bathed in the light of the innocence of a summers dawn, Joe could see and feel the warmth and pride that his Mom felt in knowing her hard work and determination had planted the seeds which bloomed this abundant life--life which bore her very blood...cleansed of all continuity of a bygone era! Yes! Even cleansed of the Curse of Great, Great, Grand Father, Alphonso! After thirty minutes, he gathered the girls and escorted them from the room and then returned alone...

As Joe entered the room, it was apparent his Mom had been crying: her eyes were moist and red, and she swiftly crumpled a tissue into a ball and concealed it in the closed palm of her hand--Joe was sure it was not a matter of dignity as much as her desire not to elicit a tirade of tears which would impact upon the joy this visit had created. He sat next to her and held her hand. As he summoned the courage to humble himself by informing her of all the feelings he had held within his heart for so long, she hushed him.

"Listen to me".... She began. "I know how you feel. I know what you have gone through. I also know that you have matured and realize the struggles we all went through. You do not have to tell me anything... for your visit has proven your love and understanding. God has blessed me by allowing us this extra time to share this moment. I just ask of you one favor...."

"Oh, Mom you will be..." Joe began when she interrupted him once more..

"All I ask is that you and your brothers and sister stay together. Do you hear me? Because family is so important.... and I want you to raise those children in God's sight! I am very happy you named your beautiful child after me. I am proud you have become a young man. I am proud your daughter Danielle is a princess. These things have demonstrated your concern and the fact that my life has not been in vain. I am tired now and I must rest. Please, do not worry or pain for me. I have seen my wishes come true. I shall rest tonight like I have never rested before. I shall rest knowing that God has at last answered my eternal prayer. Now, you must go and take care of your family. Go get them something to eat and some rest. I am sure they are tired..."

With that said, Joe reached out and held his Mom in his arms, kissed her, and thanked her for being his mother. In a few minutes she was in a deep, exhausted sleep.

Harry, later that evening, while Joe's family and he were sleeping at his brother Eddy's home in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida, Joe's Mom passed away. His sister had agreed to stay by her side that night. And, it was with an amazing exuberance that temporarily shrouded her sorrow in a cloak of mystery that she told me what had occurred:

"Jeanette had awakened late that night," she began, "she seemed unaware I was by her side. She opened her eyes, smiled, and, as if she were viewing another entity in the room, said in a clear, sharp, voice: "I'm ready to go.." Then, she closed her eyes and left this mortal earth"....

Up until his Mom's passing away, Joe had forgotten how to forgive; Joe had forgotten how to love; Joe had forgotten how to cry... for Joe, shedding a tear was like squeezing water from the deserts sands. He had been taught to "be a man of respect...and men did not cry.... Many a tear of revelation have since fallen upon the yellowed pages of Joe's life, quenching a thirst as dry as that desert's wind. Seeds of destruction, sown so long, long ago, nourished by pain and sorrow, have blossomed the bouquet of truth Joe desperately strove to uncover. One must look beyond the transparencies of this mortal life if they seek the truth--Joe had. Through the riveting truth gracing these pages, Joe had the pleasure of a heavy burden lifted: no fear; no embarrassment; only happiness for a quest which had taken him three hundred and sixty degrees... back to his roots. A journey which began with death and ended with what seemed like death, but where life became death's bouquet: Oh! How sweet and fragrant her blossoms ring. They shout their beauty in the colors of her deeds. They spread their roots into the fertile minds of her youth. They spring forth on the most windswept, dark-caste, winters day, to shower Joe and his family with care and love and hope. Joe's mom was the quintessential hybrid mom of moms; providing her remaining green leaf of energy as fodder for their minds, souls, and futures. One small child, born to more than mere name and continuance--Joe and his family know, for they have crept her vines of endless love, they have quenched their thirsts in her heart of forgiven streams, they have discovered much through this simple women who, through her ultimate fate, delivered her very wishes, visions and dreams.

"I have discovered much through my mother's frail life: Many times must we birth our children: First, from the womb, were nourishment means more then the substances of our bellies--vast amounts of love, compassion, and understanding must be portioned with our repast. Second, we must birth our children with forgiveness and education. Thirdly, and most importantly, we must birth our children with the gift of God, planting His seeds of hope, protection, and prayer. And finally, we must strive to teach them through experience--lest the winds of continuance blow our dreams to shreds... for the absence of what may seem but a few words can alter our futures. We must never wait again until life tumbles into deaths abyss...."

"So Harry, thus the frail woman's life ended and another began..."

In Memory Of Mother

Was the trembling of your lips

---so slight

A manifest of earthly, cowered might

When death announced itself that day

With wind and rain and banished ray?

And when you rose unto the gates

Assisted by the wings of faith

Did you fear the golden light

In all its glory...

...So searing and bright?

Did you worry... For within the book

Your name was absent --or mistook

For someone else who never cared

A life thus ended, so unfair?

Were you astonished when trumpets blared

And joyous voices joined in prayer

Welcoming your yearning, tired soul ...From a life ---so often cold

For GOD knew your heart: like a soft, summers, sun--

Showering all with it's radiance; it's warmth; it's glowering remembrance ...invigorating.

For GOD knew your touch: like a cool, gentle, mountain stream:

Clean;

Clear;

Providing---

Coursing through the lives of all whom passed...

...Sweeping;

...Altering;

...Purifying.

For GOD knew you: as essential as a new-born's first breath of air;

As beneficial as spring times first drop of rain;

As lasting as time itself!

To all whom wandered by--Needing, Feeling, Hurting-

You were a well of life.

Your motto:

"If you are thirsty... Drink..."

...Touching them with your compassion

...Understanding

...And truth

So put aside your haunting fears...

...For even GOD and HIS ANGELS have shed a tear...

1 *TO EXPLAIN HOW GREAT A PERSON IS AFTER THEIR DEMISE.

2 M.A.G.I.C. Most Amazing Gift In Christ...

FATHER FIGURE/SCARFONE-