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She died: Sara, Rahim’s mother. I guess I’ve been gone awhile, I’ll have to catch you up: Last I remember I was on my way to see Rahim. I remember being so worried about what I would say to him, I never thought about he wouldn’t be there. He wasn’t, and I never did get to see him. The next time I saw him was him was at his grandfather’s, James Wells Sr., funeral. I had visited Bro. Wells’ bedside a couple of times before back in the early part of the year, late Feb, early Mar. Once, I didn’t think he was going to make it through the night, but he did. He pulled through, he’s a tough old son-of-a-gun.
Shortly after my last visit, when I had taken Rev. Maxey up to visit after service, he was lying in bed w/his family around. He was looking comfortably and happy. He had picked a big booger with his left hand so I didn’t hold his hand during prayer, I left that for the Rev. We had prayer over him, as is our tradition. Rev. Maxey has this high reedy voice that’s more Tennessean than Philadelphian. He does a nice prayer, smooth and rhythmic, but when I get sick I want my pastor. I’ve yet to see Rev. Maxey pray over someone and bring them back. I don’t want a ‘smooth and rhythmic prayer” over me on my death bed. I want a prayer that’s going to bring me back from the icy depths!
On the way out we shook hands and hugged the family. I didn’t shake Bro. Wells’ hand because of the booger incident. I shook his foot, to make light of the situation. It was funny, but it didn’t go over well. That was the foot Bro. Wells had surgery on, (no one told me he had an operation on his foot!). I left him there grimacing in pain and his daughter, Linda, whispering soothing words in his ear.


“He didn’t mean it, Daddy. He didn’t know that was the foot you had surgery on.” Linda’s older than I’am by a few years. She’s a retired school teacher, but she’s still hot!
I left thinking I’ll make it up to him next visit. He looked better. He was laughing and telling jokes, and picking his nose, everything looked good. The next day I got a txt that said he had taken a turn for the worse in the middle of the night. It reminded me of that phone call I got from the hospital when Bro. Morgan passed. They said he had taken a ‘turn for the worse in the middle of the night‘, that must be some turn.
We buried him shortly after. Sarah didn’t attend. She was hospitalized from complications due to MS. I went to see her w/Rev. Thomas. She seemed to recognize us and even to respond to our presences. She looked like a stroke victim. She was loosing control of her facial muscles, she looked much older than her 54yrs.
Rahim came to his Grandfather’s funeral. He wasn’t in handcuffs, but he was ‘escorted’ by a court appointed juvenile officer. It was the right time to talk to him, but I told him it was good to see him. His escort told me that he got in some trouble. He’s a big kid, kind of like the kid from “The Blind Side”, but not that tall, but looking at him it’s easy to forget he’s not even old enough to drive. He said that Rahim needed someone to ‘claim’ him. They were looking for a family member that would take responsibility for him. I considered it, then dismissed it . It had a high probability of failure. You see, Rahim was adopted by Sarah as a child. I found out that his real parents, (his biological mother and father where never married), live in town, and he knows them. This makes them entirely too close to be helpful, and from what I’ve learned of the situation they’re aren’t a positive influence or role models. To be affective he would have to be removed from the element he grew up around.
Sarah died the following week from complication due to her MS. I thought she looked bad, I didn’t think she looked that bad! I figured she’d be in and out of the hospital for years and make some steady improvement, before finally getting that call: “She’s taken a turn for the worse”.
Again Rahim came to the funeral ‘with an escort”. In the space of a wk, (less time than it took to get him out of the trouble he’d gotten into), he had lost his grandfather, the patriarch of their family, and his mother. A lot can change for a little boy real fast. He was already lost, but 2 of his biggest supporters where gone. I saw his cousin Ryan at the funeral. Ryan stutters badly and doesn’t like to come to church. He said he would try to talk to Rahim. He told me that he himself was trying to stay out of trouble, he had been shot in the thigh a few weeks ago. I told to come to church, at least we won’t shoot you., well not in the leg any ways :)



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