Joyce Bernice Deans And The Lives Of Her Children Volume 1

by Lorraine Ramsey

Overview

My mother's Joyce Bernice Deans, the woman who brought me into the world. She passed away at the age of thirty-two leaving behind six young children. I am fifth of six siblings born from my mother. When my mother passed away I was about 2-3 years of age, and my younger brother was just a baby. Since my mother's passed away when I was such a young child, I have absolutely no remembrance of her, no matter how hard I tried to visualize her face. As a child, I often question "God" why did he have to take my mother's away from us when we were all so young, leaving us alone in a world that was so new to us. I had so many questions for God, during my childhood years, especially why we left motherless, and what contributed to our mother departing from this life at the age of thirty- two, leaving six young innocent children behind. I often wonder what really contributed to my mother dying. Was my mother seriously ill, or suffered from a serious disease that leads to her death? I often wonder what lifestyle did my mother live while she was alive, and who she was as a woman. Her career, hobbies, interests, her favorite type of music, her likes and dislikes. Her style in fashion, from the clothes she wore to shoes on her feet. Was she into diamonds and pearl and all different types of jewelry. These question and more find their way in my being time and time again, and of course, I will never know the answer to those questions, and more because my mother is gone, never to return again, which has certainly left me with such an emptiness that I will forever carry in my heart and soul that can never be filled, nor be replaced by another human being. That space in my heart will always be reserved for my mother's the woman who gave me life. As a child, I had a very hard time finding closer with anyone, although there were those who loved and care for me, that was not enough for me, I wanted my mother to hold and comfort me without ending without seizing. The mend the hurts and pains that I was carrying so heavily within my soul, that left me in such an unpleasant state of being, which brought me so much flowing of tears that I did not know who to cope or control the tear from falling. All I could have done is find some corner to hide and weep for my mother until I found some form of relief within myself. I sat for a long period of time with all different type of thoughts and feelings about my mother in my mind, trying so hard to hear her voice speaking to me when those moments arrived, yet I could not hear her voice. However, I felt her spirit close to me, which came with a fresh cool breeze sensation that usually took over my entire body, which gave me shivers and goosebumps as I sat there in the corner moaning and weeping to be wrap in my mother arms, to heart the sounds of her heartbeats next to mines. I would have traded anything in the world if I was allowed the chance to see my mother in the flesh, although I did not have much to offer in exchange to see her there with me. Definitely seeing my mother in the flesh is one of my greatest wishes, from my childhood years to my adult life, having a least one second, a moment or a minute with my mother would offer me some relief than none at all. Yet, if that wish or my dream came to reality, I really do not think I would be able to let her go, we probably would be stuck together like glue, to replace all the times that we were away from each other. I feel and sense in my spirit and soul that my mother's spirit has a lead and guided me to write her story, she wants her story to be told to the world. She wants to rest peacefully, which she has not since her death, she is reaching out to me in so many ways, words alone or not enough to explain. Imagine a young mother of six children died all of a sudden, when she really did not have any serious illness, nor any health conditions that lead to her death, which certainly sounds suspicious to me, and does not add up with the multiples of stories that I was told about how my mother's died.

Product Details

BN ID:	2940161365427
Publisher:	Lorraine E Ramsey
Publication date:	12/11/2018
Series:	Joyce Bernice Deans And the lives Of Her Children , #1
Sold by:	Barnes & Noble
Format:	eBook
File size:	569 KB

About the Author

Since my childhood years, I had a deep interest in writing. I was an avid reader, so writing came easy for me. Usually, when I read a book, a pencil, and a piece of paper lays close by for me to jot down notes that capture my attention. Whenever I read a book taking notes about the characters in the stories that I read, gave me a sense that I was one of the characters in the book. Many times I found my mind wondering and traveling to different places where the stories took place. One minute I I felt like a fairy, the next I felt like a bird traveling to different dimensions. Writing about the different characters in the many stories that I read put me in a state of mind where I felt that I was in a different world, and I enjoyed being in that state of mind because then I am able to use my imagination to travel to different part of the world with my mind, with the vision to see and feel something new and different, and I certainly would not trade those feelings which radiated enlighten excitement , that brought joy and gladness to my spirit and soul. While my brothers and sister were in the yard playing, I am usually often found curled up in a corner with a book, a pencil, and a piece of paper writing without seizing. Each day after school when my homework was completed, I would find one or two books to read and of course, took note on the readings that held my interest. During classroom hours, I use to scribble all kinds of writings in my notebook and often got in trouble by my teachers for doing so. My teachers felt that I was not giving my full attention to the subject that was being taught in class. My teachers did not realize that I was using my creativity and imagination when I scribble all over my notebook. Since I read books most of the time, thoughts about the characters that I read about often find themselves in my mind when I was in class, so of course, I wrote those thoughts down, so I could refer to them later. All the writings that I often did, made me an excellent writer in school. I realized in my childhood years that one day I wanted to grow up to be a writer and author, a dream that I hoped would come into existence. That dream did come into existence, someone must of hear my prayers and answered. In 201 7 I wrote and published my first book, "The Amazing One" an autobiography/memoir about a young African/Jamaican woman raised by a single mother of three children who grew up to be a Doctor in her early 20s. She also earned her Masters