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Episode Info: of kids, and there was no such thing as entertainment as we know it now, except for maybe 6 or 7 channels on a black and white TV. I remember my Father talking to one of my Uncles about the size of the family in relation to the size of the house and how he exclaimed, “I think I want to Move West Bill” I was over the moon, we were moving West! I had dreams in my head of wild rivers in Montana, the Badlands, wild horses, western sunsets, the Mountains and valleys of Utah, and the coast of sunny California”! It turns out his version of West meant 8.7 miles west or 21 minutes by car West to Florham Park. But that is where we ended up and then an entirely new chapter had started in 1968.  After my Dad passed in 2008 it was really difficult for my Mom to get over him, they had been together since childhood as High school sweethearts and were having kids even though they were kids, my Mom had 4 kids by the time she was 25 years old, almost inconceivable by today's standards.  She suffered some hospital visits, pneumonia, double lung infection, a few falls and broken bones, but nothing could stop her gregarious nature, even after she was diagnosed with dementia a few years ago, her spirit never dampened, and she never gave up.   The Blessing:  On May 1st, 2018 I prayed to the Lord and asked for a gift, that Betty is blessed with being able to stay at home and pass on peacefully in her sleep without any pain, surrounded by her family, her friends, and in the home that she so dearly loved. That prayer was answered at 1:59 AM on Tuesday, March 19th as I held her hands and watched her take her last few breaths, moving from this world into the arms of Jesus.   An Irish Exit Aging is Indifference My Father always warned me if I lingered Lazily Too far into the ocean The tide could not pull me back. I resist the riptide I stay close to the shore Close to sunburnt days Seasoning my skin with freckles, Only shaking off the sand for dinnertime. Wooden grandfather clocks are for decoration. Each summer’s end leads to anticipating the next. Seven decades my senior, I still could catch you stealing chocolate in the kitchen Mimicking the giggles of a toddler, Telling old stories with a sailor’s grin, Beaming with baby blue eyes. So sudden a lifetime of cheerfulness Got swept away.  By Kelsey O’Connor  Amen: From the Mercy Album “I AM VICTORIOUS” Written and performed by Matriarch/Archbishop Christine Mercy Johnson and James Kevin O’Connor Thanks for joining us, and be sure to connect with us on social media! facebook twitter instagram youtube Join our community on dHarmic Evolution Community Facebook Group......
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