In Loving memory of Winston Ayodele Moore Sr.
“Your love has given me great joy and encouragement, because you, brother, have refreshed the hearts of the Lord’s people.” – Philemon 1:7
Oh, my dearest Ayodele, So much has happened in this first year of your absence, yet somehow, it still feels as though you just left. I miss you beyond words.
Too often, I find myself wanting to call you so we could Gsss, talk through some things, ask you for a favor, bounce ideas around, or simply hear your voice. I am so grateful for those old voice messages. Thank God for them. When the days become especially difficult, I listen to them just to hear your voice again. For a moment, it feels like you are still here.
I still have not fully accepted your transition. It feels unreal and unnatural to me. There are moments when I expect the phone to ring, or I catch myself thinking, I need to call Ayodele. And then reality settles in again.
Thank you for visiting me often and reminding me, in your voice, that “it is well”. I believe you. I thank Jehovah for the gift of our final months together. He knew I needed you just as much as you needed me. Looking back, I understand even more what those moments meant.
This road of grief is so difficult to endure, especially because the love, kindness, and selflessness you showed so many of us are not things we encounter every day. You loved people intentionally. You showed up. You gave freely. You filled gaps we didn’t even know existed. You were the epitome of “family first,” always, and in all ways.
Thank you, Ayodele. I pray that Jehovah will continue to guide me and show me the way as I carry your legacy forward. For your children, and the generations that come after them, may they know who you were, not simply through stories of your absence, but through the love, sacrifices, kindness, wisdom, and memories you left behind.
You, my dear brother, will always matter to me and my children.
Until we meet again, rest well. We love you, and we miss you dearly.
Rochelle and the children.
They say the first year is the hardest, and I can honestly say it has been one of the hardest years of my life. But Dad… I made it through. I made it through the birthdays, holidays, special moments, memories, and all the days I wished more than anything that you were still here. I miss you more than words could ever express.
I miss your voice, your laughter, your presence, and simply knowing you were here. There have been so many moments when I wanted to pick up the phone, hear your voice, or tell you about my life.
This year has taught me that grief doesn’t disappear with time. We simply learn to carry the love and the loss together. I carry you with me every day, in my heart, my memories, the lessons you taught me, and the person you helped me become.
There were days I didn’t know how I would get through, but somehow, I did, one day at a time. And I know I made it because your love continues to live within me. I wish you could see me now.
I wish I could tell you how much I love you, how grateful I am for you, and how much your daughter still needs her dad. Though I can’t see you, your love will always be a part of me. I’ll continue to make you proud, keep your memory alive, and speak your name with love. Forever your daughter. Forever your baby girl.
I love you always. 🤍🕊️
Chante Romell Moore
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Dr. James C. Thomas MB, BCh, BAO
December 25 1938 - July 29 2023
Today marks three years since Dr. James C. Thomas departed from our lives, leaving a profound void that we continue to feel deeply. His absence is keenly felt by his loving wife, Gloria, and their children, Donald, Lena, Rodney, J.C. Jr. and Noel, who cherish his memory. The family, including grandchildren Amy, Robyn, Thomas, Kara, Naomi, and Ava, remains united in love and remembrance.
The love for Dr. Thomas endures, and we hold onto the hope that one day we will reunite in the sweet bye and bye on that beautiful shore.
May God Bless & Keep You Till We Meet Again.
In Loving Memory of Sarah Alafia Gooding – Moore
“Her children arise and call her blessed.” — Proverbs 31:28
It seems impossible that an entire decade has passed since our beloved, Alafia, departed this earthly life. Some days it feels like yesterday; on others, the weight of her absence reminds us just how much of our hearts went with her.
Ten years ago, we experienced a profound loss that forever changed our lives. Yet through the years, we have come to understand that while death separates us physically, it cannot diminish the bond of love. Ala’s legacy continues to shine through her children, grandchildren, great - grandchildren, family members, and all who were blessed to know her.
She was a woman of strength, faith, compassion, and grace. Her life was a testament to selflessness, perseverance, and unconditional love. She had a remarkable gift for making everyone feel seen, welcomed, and cherished. A faithful prayer warrior, she believed that no burden was too heavy for the Lord. We, her generations, continue to walk in blessings that began with her earnest petitions before Heaven.
Ala was kind beyond measure, but if you knew her, you also knew her delightfully cantankerous side, a feisty spirit who never hesitated to speak her mind. She was wise beyond her years, and her wisdom continues to guide us today. We miss our fashionista, her contagious laughter, her wicked sense of humor, her sage advice, and the unique light she brought into every room she entered – our phenomenal woman. The years have taught us that grief does not disappear, it changes. We have endured the heartbreaking loss of Ayodele, welcomed new generations she would have adored, celebrated birthdays without her, faced hardships for which we longed for her wisdom, and rejoiced in victories we wish she could have witnessed. Through it all, we have repeated some of her familiar sayings – “Humble yourself” and “Okror nor dae long pas him master”, embraced her Salone traditions, and carried forward the faith she carefully planted within us.
She taught us to love God wholeheartedly.
She taught us to pray without ceasing.
She taught us to work hard.
She taught us to care for one another.
She taught us that family is a gift to be cherished.
She taught us that faith will sustain you when nothing else can.
Ala, thank you plenty for every sacrifice you made, every lesson you taught us, every prayer you prayed, every correction that shaped us, and every expression of unconditional love. By God’s grace, your fruits are thriving.
We miss you more than words can express. Until that glorious day when we meet again, may your memory continue to inspire us as we live upon the foundation you instilled in us and carry forward the legacy you left behind.
Forever loved. Forever missed. Forever remembered.
Your children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren – Alafia Fruits!
Deaconess J. Eva Coleman George Family Thank You
Deaconess J. Eva Coleman George
Sunrise: December 9, 1921 – Sunset: January 17, 2026
The George, Coleman, Thomson, Carter, and Wordsworth, Families extend heartfelt thanks and appreciations to relatives, friends, and acquaintances far and near for your expressions of sympathy, prayers, support, kindness, and thoughtfulness, during our period of grief. Thank you for sharing in the celebration of Muma’s life. She is forever in our hearts and forever loved
“May her soul rest in perfect peace”.
This announcement was brought in by Peter Amos George, Jr., Harriet George-Whisnant and Mornjay George-Pratt, children of the deceased on behalf of the family. |
