Brianna Nichole Mosley On Wednesday, July 30, God decided to grant Brianna her angel wings. She put up a good fight for most of her 18 years here on this earth. Brianna was so special to everyone. How in the world could God have chosen me to be her mother I will never know. The one thing I do know is that God promises to see us through this trying time. He also promises that there will be no more pain, sorrow, or suffering (halleluiah) now that she has joined him in the most unimaginable beautiful place he has gone to prepare for us. She now has a new body, a Heavenly body, one that will allow her to do all the things she was unable to do here on this earth She is now walking those streets of gold but personally I think she is dancing in those streets with all the loved ones that have gone before her and can now see all the colors of the rainbow. She taught me so much about life at such a young age: compassion, patience, empathy, and most importantly she taught me unconditional love. This love I have for her can not compare to the love God has for her or us. I received the following letter from a woman named Phyllis Pippen when Brianna was in the NICU at T.C. Thompson Children’s Hospital. This letter was originally written by Emily Pearl Kingsley. The letter speaks for itself. I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability – to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this-------When you’re going to have a baby, it’s like planning a fabulous trip to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum, the Michelangelo David, the gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting. After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland.” “Holland?” you say. What do you mean Holland? I signed up for Italy! All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy.” But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It’s just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guide books and learn a whole new language. You will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It’s just a different place. It’s slower paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. After you’ve been there for awhile and you catch your breath, you look around and begin to notice that Holland has windmills and tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. For the rest of your life, you will say, “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go.” “That’s what I had planned.” The pain of that will never, ever, ever go away because the loss of that dream is a very significant loss. If you spend the rest of your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, very lovely things about Holland. My sweet precious “Nana” mommy is going to miss you so very much. She is survived by mother and father, Kristy Peters and Jesse Ridley; sister and step brother, Megan Ridley and Matthew Ridley; grandparents, Howard and Johnnie Peters, Jessie and Paula Ridley; great-grandparent, Florence “Momma Pete” Peters; biological father, James “Jay” Mosley and family; grandparents, Lamar and Pam Mosley; great-grandparent, Fannie Payne. The family will receive friends on Friday, August 1, from 4 to 8 PM. Funeral services will be Saturday, August 2, at 11 AM at Heritage Funeral Home on Battlefield Parkway.
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