Opaline Williams, grandmother to Marcus Thomas, and family
"Who will rise up for me against the evil doers? Who will stand up for me against the workers of inequity?"
To Marcus' friends and foes:
Grace is infinite love, expressed in infinite goodness, where genuine love shines brightest in our darkest hour.
My grandson loved life and people, often calling them friends, trusting and loyal. The principle Marcus was taught to live by was the first commandment of God: "that you love one another as I have loved you," and in his living as friend, his kindness and generosity was accepted and received by so many.
Marcus lived among us, and his friends, as a beautiful song of one that had a pleasant voice, and could play well on several fine-tuned instruments
Agape love.
The trumpet of charisma.
The organ of his outgoing personality.
But someone failed to hear the melody of the words, and could not carry the harmony.
Because of their dead ears and the camera of their minds, they could not accept the crescendo of this song.
Marcus was murdered, in the dark, just before dawn.
Why? We know it wasn't drugs.
How can I, as his grandmother, console, comfort or repair the broken hearts of a mother, father and brother. This pain won't go away, nor the grief of our families.
Please, can someone tell us how to shield ourselves from the cries that blow through the wind in the stillness of the night?
The appeal of a hurting grandmother.
The plea of a mother, father and brother in sorrow.
The broken chain in a family circle.
This the final call for the person(s) that know who murdered:
Marcus Samuel Thomas
January 1980 - March 2001
Beloved Son, Brother, Grandson
This is the final trumpet call. Yes, the song has ended, but the melody lingers on in our hearts.
Published on 11/17/05; 12:24:44 PM
