Jerome Silas Obituary

Hi Jerome: It seems like yesterday, that I was rubbing mothers belly on the nineth month of your coming into the world. A bullet lodged in my heart that morning. Mother tumbled down those stairs. I never received the opportunity to even kiss your tiny forehead, or touch your beautiful fingers. Years linger on with the unknowns, of the man you would be today. Summarily as that bullet, I know God had different plans Jerome. In a twinkle of an eye, God moved. In my memories brother, I will never, forget that last rub. Jerome, by faith one day, I'll see you-face to face. One may say that time heals all wounds, truthfully a bullet has no time. When, I think it over, God knew what was best for you. My good days brother outways my bad days, so I won't complain. Love Always, Ms. Geneva D. Silas