Tyesa Morey

he reminds me to laugh from the depth of my soul out loud, to stay focused, and to keep GOD first. One of my favorite moments was when Uncle Johnny was living with my mom and me as he did on several occasions. My date came to the door and Uncle Johnny let him in and began to inform my date that I was more precious to him than his freedom (get the message…) and to have me home by 11:00 p.m. – not 11:01 p.m., but 11:00 p.m. or earlier. The entire time I was on that first date, my now husband, Chris Morey, was scared to even hold my hand.

My husband Chris was of incredible service to his Uncle Johnny. Chris would say that Uncle Johnny treated Chris like the son he never had. Everywhere the two of them went, everyone would assume Chris was his son, and they would always correct them by saying, “No, we are uncle and nephew.” God blessed me with Chris so that Chris could be a blessing to his Uncle Johnny. Thank you, honey!

Now, here I am 35 years later, and I am so grateful that John Jackson Kennedy was in my life, cared for me, and wanted me to be the best at whatever I put my mind to do. And, he wanted to make sure that anyone in my life had my best interest at heart. My Uncle Johnny was my biggest critic and supporter. Because of Uncle Johnny, I know how to stand alone when others do not care to listen, to be patient when something is right and others are moving slow, and to let the conviction of my intentions be honorable and good. The loss of Uncle Johnny has changed me forever!

Uncle Johnny, every day that you have been gone I have not stopped thinking or carrying you with me in my thoughts and my actions. The pain is real, but the pain reminds me that I loved you as deeply as a child loves her parent.

Tyesa Denise Morey