Sunday, June 28, 2015

Friday, June 12, 2015

ALSO FOR OUR FRIEND LAVONNE:



LIVE ON, LAVONNE!


Live on, LaVonne . . .
You are really not gone --
Now you are free to become One –
Amid ethereal essences of life – from now on!

Although you did have sanguine sisters,
You chose to become one of mine
Although you had other family members,
You chose to adopt mine over a period of time.

At family gatherings -- at graduations,
Christmas, or Thanksgiving,
For any celebrations
For meritorious living
You joined us with glee
For the merriment that would always be --
Helping to cherish each wonderful memory.

So - We’ll miss the small frame
The very musical sound of your name,
Your droll expressions we’ll recall
And remember wry humor with all.
Through your life’s ups and downs
You rose above ordinary frowns --
You had the courage to always find a way
to succeed in life each and every day.
For -- Under that tough exterior
lay a heart of pure gold
Your kindness to others
Was a great thing to behold.

And now -- Live on, LaVonne . . .
You are really not gone --
Now you are free to become One –
Amid ethereal essences of life – from now on!

Your love not only went beyond humans
but to many pets did extend.
You carried them with you
nearly wherever you went.
The so-called “nephew” pups – as you referred of them to me
that you’d carry about quite lovingly --
dressed up in the very best,
or tucked sweetly in carry bags
slung neatly across your chest.
They were the perennial companions
Life-giving, loving and “Hands-on!”
It was like you were their loving mother --
and when you lost one, you’d get another.

This love was not only for your pets
but the Love of the Lord transcended the rest
that taught the life lessons which you did learn
and guided you to often share your concern
with elder ladies of your long-time congregation
also  older relatives, wherever you discerned in their situation
there was a need for companionship or assistance
And you’d find wonderful ways to provide this.
At Fifteenth Street Presbyterian Church
You loved becoming a Deacon
Faithfully fulfilling expected duties
from annual season to season.
Right training elicited appropriate dignity
Yet avoiding excess piety -- out of your humanity.

You often managed to find the humor in life
Which strengthened you amid day-to-day pains and strife.
Moreover, you always kept the family tradition
of living life as a dutiful Christian.

Then -- Live on, LaVonne . . .
You are really not gone --
Now you are free to become One –
Amid ethereal essences of life – from now on!

Although you were not raised
With your other dear siblings,
Your love and caring for them was not missing,
You tried to become a rock of solutions
whenever you felt family problems needed resolution.
You’d stop by to see me and rest 
When you’d travel to North Carolina to give of your best.
Once Ron and I went to Greensboro for family support
to observe your uncle’s magnificent art work
For his achievements, we joined you in pride
And realized the family marks you carried inside.
From a long line of professionals, educators, and ministers
Your upbringing made you a lady and produced one of life’s winners.

For you had conviction of character and strength
to undergo days of health pains -- years of suffering at length
You hid tribulations hour-by-hour, minute-by-minute
Few would be able to conceive how you really did it.
It was only by God’s Grace
You kept a smile on your face.




So,
Live on, LaVonne . . .
You are really not gone --
Now you are free to become One –
Amid ethereal essences of life – from now on!



Submitted lovingly by the family of
Rev, Charles H.  Clay White, I of New Bern, N.C. and
Mrs, Elizabeth S. Blacknall White, whom LaVonne referred to as “Aunt Elizabeh”, as well as my siblings, Charlene; myself, Mary; Charles H. Clay White, II; my younger sister Julia; and youngest brother, Ronald Govan, her faithful friend, and Pamela Preston White,  as well as the next generation: Camara White, Asmaa El Maliki, (both of whom, along with Ron, cared for her pets during her illnesses); Nefertari, Charles H. C. White, III; and Shane Clay Ezra:  Each of whom would think of LaVonne and smile.


So . . .
Be Resplendent in Peace, LaVonne,
LIVE ON!