Mourning Has Broke
This is my personal journey of the tragic losses within our family.
I take everyone's losses and mourning as they were my own because we are all as one in God's eyes. We are commissioned by Jesus Christ to love Him first and foremost; to love one another more than ourselves. During the loss of any loved one; we need each other more than ever. God is our refuge yet He expects us, as His children, to be here for one another. This world has become so divided and people are becoming alienated from each other. Why is it that we always see our long, lost family members at a memorial/funeral service? We all gather then when in all reality, we should love each other while we are alive to express that unconditional love.
I would like to receive flowers while I am alive so I can see their beauty, smell the pleasant fragrance, and to touch the fragile petals. Of course it is a nice homage to pay for the expired, but why can't we provide that expression of love to those who are still with us?
God called my oldest son Phillip Matthew Jackson Home on June 26, 2016. My son received so many beautiful flowers; I was deeply touched by all of this outpouring of love. I wish my son could have gotten that attention while he was struggling with drug addiction just before he was brutally murdered. I literally began a crusade to stop my son from his downward spiral by collecting all the evidence that I could to help prosecute the people who were enabling him. I called, texted, emailed, and visited any/all law enforcement agencies that I could muster up. It was all with no avail. I begged for close family members to help me have my son committed, even his own wife, all in vain as well.
My late brother Mike Tippins was the only member of our family who helped me do all of the 'leg-work' for the authorities with no response, arrests, nor suggestions.
My beloved brother Mike had a massive heart attack while driving causing him to pass in a fatal car collision only nine months after the murder of my son; he expired without any answers of what happened to his nephew, my son.
Only four months and fourteen days after my son was killed; his father died due to a massive heart attack as well.
So, I consider them as victims just as much as my son and the two friends that were murdered on that awful night.
Let us learn the priceless value of our family members, friends, and even total strangers alike.
We don't know everyone's back story; just a smile to someone could lift up their day.
Some days I didn't want to get out of bed, but now, mourning has broken. I am still here and I have an important commission to fulfill. My beloved passed family members will always live in my heart, mind, and soul. One sweet day, I will see them again because of the bountiful love of a forgiving, healing, and glorious God.
Praise His name and always give Him the glory!
