Our hearts go out to Beatrice Honeyghan (Ma Bee) (of Treasure Beach), on the death of her mother Veneta Moxam, who died on April 4, 2005. May the God of comfort sustain Ma Bee and her family at this time (Psalm 55:22). To Ma Bee's children--Roy, Gertude, Tony, Beverly, Paulette, Donna, and Arlene--I encourage you to have confidence in the resurrection (John 5:28, 29; Acts 24:15).

Grandma B,

I am so sorry about the death of your mother, and I'm sorry I can't be there for you. Keep courage as I know you can, and I will see you in the summer.

Hi Glas, Thanks for your condolences and words of encouragements.Mother Mac will be greatly missed but comfort also comes from the thoughts that she is with our maker,in peace and at rest. She will suffer no more.Mama Bee keep strong our prayers are with you. God Bless. Arlene

Grandma, I am sorry for you loss. Keep hope and see you on Wednesday.

I'm sorry to hear about the death of Aunt Veneta. I remember her very fondly as a child always going to the market and coming back she always had something good to give us. My thoughts and prayers are with all of the family. She lived to be the great age of 102! May God Bless her soul. She will be greatly missed by all. Her loving neice Lue and family in the US.

Hi Mama,
We are sorry to learn of Mother Mac's death.
However, take comfort in knowing that she suffers no more and is in a better place. Rest assured that our God doeth all things well.
Tske courage in knowing that we share in your loss. Hold on to God's unchanging hands because he never changes. He is the same yesterday, today and forever. We will continue to keep you and the entire family in our prayers.

Glas thanks for your words of comfort. Keep up the good work. God bless you and family.

G, Desmond, and Junior.

TRIBUTE TO VENETA MOXAM


Why all the tears?
Why the great grief?

Let mourning rise and not persist, but let it quickly settle.
Allow a tear but let it as quickly be contained,
For I must take my leave and drift off to rest for a few unshared hours.
A weary traveler I had become and I must rest from life’s stress and strain,
from a world, where often, my nourishment is sorrow and my fertility is pain.
The little paraphernalia I’ve gathered was unkindly snatched back, and now I go empty, but not unremembered
I must rest till He—Jesus—calls my name, “VENETA!” and not a moment later I’ll rise from my deep sleep to my happiest hour.
Like a freshly blossoming flower, I’ll rise to praise Jehovah for eternity, never to re-experience this death-sleep.

So, shed a small tear, grieve a little, but put your faith in the great resurrection hope,
when I’ll rise to see my loved ones and rise to see the end of death,
And rise to praise the great God Jehovah—the Great Giver Of Life—for all eternity.

Why all the tears?
Why the great grief
I’ll rise to praise the great God Jehovah—the Great Giver Of Life—for all eternity.

--Glasceta Honeyghan

Mother Bee,
As I have said to you on the telephone, God knows best and I say that again tonight, God knows why he took Mother Mac home on Monday evening. So, do not cry or mourn for long 'cause it's all part of the Master's plan. We knew she would say goodbye one day but within we hoped it would never happen.
Be of good cheer and thank God that he gave her a long life and that he enabled and strengthened you to spend the last two to three years taking care of her. You did your part and did it well.

Glas, thank you so much for your thoughts and words of comfort to the entire family. We all love you, you are still one of us.

Bev

To Ma Bee and family, may God give you all his strength and mercies in this time of sorrow. You are in our thoughts and prayers. May God guide and Bless you all as you go through this difficult time.

Myra Davis and Family

A tribute to Aunt Veneta,
I am so sorry to hear about the death of my Aunt. I remember her with loving and fond memories, May God Bless her soul and may she rest in peace.
From her Neice Tatie and Husband Chris in the USA.

My family and I thank everyone for their kind support and words of encouragement during this time of sorrow. A special thanks to the Boston Chapter of CHILD Organization for your support.

BLESSED WITH LONGEVITY

When it seems many of our loved ones are dying prematurely, we have to appreciate that Madda Mac was blessed with longevity. She lived through many global historical events. She lived through World War I which began in 1914. It was not merely a conflict between two armies on the battlefield. For the first time, all major powers were at war. Entire nations--including civilian populations were mobilized to support the war effort. She lived through World War II which was fought from 1939 to 1945. She saw the Fall of The Berlin Wall, The Fall Of Communism in Russia, and the death of Pope John Paul II.

Sincere sympathy goes to to Ma Bee and family at this time

Our sincere sympathy and best wishes to Ma B and her family at this time.

To all of Madda Mac's loved ones--brothers and sisters, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, great, great-grandchhild--I send this poem with the hope that you'll find some comfort at this time:

SHE IS GONE

You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she’s gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind,be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she’d want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

--author Unknown

A POEM FOR THOSE WHO GRIEVE MADDA MAC'S DEATH


You Still Have Hope


If you can look at the sunset and smile, then you still have hope.

If you can find beauty in the colors of a small flower, then you still have hope.

If you can find pleasure in the movement of a butterfly, then you still have hope.

If the smile of a child can still warm your heart, then you still have hope.

If you can see the good in other people, then you still have hope.

If the rain breaking on a roof top can still lull you to sleep, then you still have hope.

If the sight of a rainbow still makes you stop and stare in wonder, then you still have hope.

If the soft fur of a favored pet still feels pleasant under your fingertips, then you still have hope.

If you meet new people with a trace of excitement and optimism, then you still have hope.

If you give people the benefit of a doubt, then you still have hope.

If you still offer your hand in friendship to others that have touched your life, then you still have hope.

If receiving an unexpected card or letter still brings a pleasant surprise, then you still have hope.

If the suffering of others still fills you with pain and frustration, then you still have hope.

If you refuse to let a friendship die, or accept that it must end, then you still have hope.

If you look forward to a time or place of quiet and reflection, then you still have hope.

If you still buy the ornaments, put up the Christmas tree or cook the turkey, then you still have hope.

If you still watch love stories or want the endings to be happy, then you still have hope.

If you can look to the past and smile, then you still have hope.

If, when faced with the bad, when told everything is futile, you can still look up and end the conversation with the phrase.... "yeah....BUT..." then you still have hope.

Hope is such a marvelous thing.

It bends, it twists, it sometimes hides, but rarely does it break.

It sustains us when nothing else can.

It gives us reason to continue and courage to move ahead, when we tell ourselves we'd rather give in.

Hope puts a smile on our face when the heart cannot manage.

Hope puts our feet on the path when our eyes cannot see it.

Hope moves us to act when our souls are confused of the direction.

Hope is a wonderful thing, something to be cherished and nurtured, and something that will refresh us in return.

And it can be found in each of us, and it can bring light into the darkest of places.

NEVER lose hope.




~ Author Unknown ~

Best wishes to Madda Mac's family. We share your loss and pain.

MESSAGE FOR US WHO ARE ALIVE

We must be willing to get rid of the life we've planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us."

— Joseph Campbell

who no Nigel Moxam

WHY DO WE GROW OLD AND DIE


Many have asked the question,
why we grow old and die
Some say God takes the Good to heaven,
To be with him in the sky.
But that is so hard for me to absorb
That he’ll take one we love so much.
When he could create a million more
By a word or a single touch.

Others preach a fiery sermon
That if you’re bad you have no chance
That you’re off to a place of torment
And cannot at heaven glance.
But that is so hard for me to absorb
Since God says He cannot lie
And He himself says in His book
That you pay for your sins when you die.

Still others say you return to dust
And remain in your cold, dark tomb
But Jesus will call with a mighty call
And you’ll rise to a paradise home.
I guess this is easier for me to absorb
It certainly sounds more comforting
That even I can make a good name with God
And rise from death to life everlasting.

Amen. Amen. Amen

--author unknown

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