L. (Moseley) Prioleau
Joey, Felicia, and children,
My heart goes out to you during your time of bereavement. When you lose someone who has birthed and nurtured you, educated you, chastised you, rewarded you, loved you, been a friend to you, been your secret keeper... it hurts deeply. I met your mother and father (and you) once, but Mommy would speak of your mother often. In recent years, when I spent a great deal of time at the house, I saw a picture Christmas card from your mother and asked who the people were. Mommy laughed when she told the story of their first meeting. Let me preface this by saying that Mommy never met a stranger so when your mother, Marion Gregory, rang her doorbell one day, it was no surprise that she was welcomed with open arms. It happened that Mrs. Gregory was visiting relatives who lived next door to Mommy and Daddy in Charleston, S. C. She was curious about the people next door, learning that the she and the wife were both teachers, so she said, 'I'm going to introduce myself'. To me its a bold stroke to ring someone's doorbell like that, but according to all accounts, Mrs. Gregory was a bold woman. Long story short, Mommy welcomed your mother into her home and that was the beginning of a forty year friendship. Whenever Marion Gregory called, you did not disturb their conversation which took place in private, behind closed doors, but was full of laughter and very lengthy. Fast forward many, many years. Mrs. Gregory didn't know that Mommy was really, really ill and had lost a significant amount of weight. She had to have been obedient to The Holy Spirit because out of the goodness of her heart, she sent money enough to get Mommy a whole new wardrobe. Mommy was SO HAPPY with the new clothes! We were ALL grateful to Mrs. Marian Gregory. Your memories of your mother will always be with you. Thank God for Mothers.
Tuesday August 2, 2016 at 12:55 pm