Yesterday, I had to do something that I am really not a big fan of; I had to go to a Funeral. It was for, however, a very special Lady. Her name was Beryl Frazier. Beryl Frazer was born Beryl Wingo in 1950. She was born in Alabama. Beryl’s family had special connection to mine, in more ways than one.

Back in the late 1950’s when my Mom was a little girl; my grandparents were looking for a place to live here in Detroit. My grandfather, Mr. Hayes worked at the Clark Street Cadillac plant in Detroit. My grandfather happened to know Mr. Wingo. Somehow or another, my grandfather got hooked up with Mr. Wingo and my grandparents ended up renting out the upstairs of the Wingo family’s house.

The other half of is separate story in itself. Walter Frazier was basically responsible for bringing my Father from Middlesboro, Kentucky to Detroit in 1967 to find a job here; back when you could actually still do such things. My Dad, his brother and Walter had an apartment together in those first years when they moved up here. I will always be grateful to Walter for doing that; otherwise, I would not be here, typing this little story out! 😀

Well, Walter got a job working at Clark Street and I guess he met Mr. Wingo there and that’s where he learned about Beryl. They met and married and somewhere along the line, my Mom met Walter and was shocked to see that Walter had married someone who my Mother knew from her younger years! 😀

Now about Beryl — I am simply going to put and paste something that I wrote on my Cousin Pam’s facebook posting in the comments section:

Beryl Frasier was the happiest woman I ever met. I never ever saw that woman angry or with a frown on her face. she had a joy but only Jesus can truly give.

I don’t mean to preach or get all religious sounding in here, Because I know some people don’t appreciate that. But that woman was a woman of faith and she knew who her God was and she knew where she was going when her time ended here on this earth and that’s why she was always happy.

She is in the arms of the Lord Jesus Christ and in His Heavenly kingdom and one day when my time here is over, I will join her there.

This is because of a decision that I made on June 7, 1982 at the age of 9 years old in the auditorium of open door Baptist Church and that’s when I accepted Jesus Christ as my personal Savior and started the journey of making him the Lord of my life.

And that’s a fact jack!

Rest in peace sweet Lady, because the Lord knows you definitely earned every last minute of it.

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Amen.