The obituary notice of Anthony Mark (Magic) JOHNSON

Rest in peace my beloved son I love you now and always will always cherish the memories of you until we meet again my first born my sweet boy your mom loves you endlessly rest in peace 💔💔

A golden heart stopped beating,hard working hands at rest,it broke our hearts to see you go bro,God only takes the best.My brother and I were not just siblings he was my friend,my confidant and my hero.I met him when I was around 8 years old I can remember like it was yesterday I was so excited to hear my big bro coming to visit from England.The day we met was one of the most special day for me you came and you taught me so much you showered me with unconditional love and I felt the same.Humble,kind and caring are some of the words that describe him I could always rely on him if problems arise He loved my two girls Klare and Grace dearly.I will always cherish the times we shared when you came to Jamaica wish you were still here for me to make you some of your favorite dishes and you would take pics to send to England to show everyone that your sis is a chef like you.I miss our chats about everything that’s happening in Jamaica and England.I miss hearing you call and speaking with you two favorite little princess that would made you laugh so hard.I wish I got the chance to say I love you one last time.If God could grant me one wish I would tell you just how much you meant to me and my girls.we love you in life we love you in death we love you still so rest in peace my brother God only takes the best.💔💔💔

They say there is a reason they say that time will heal but neither time nor reason will change the way I feel.There have been instances where people pass traditional comments like to be poor is a crime,well there was a time I could relate to this all too well.when my son was born he gave meaning to my life he brought joy happiness but it also troubled me because as all parents want is a safe and fulfilling childhood for there children.My son my first born got the opportunity to leave to go to England it was a daunting and traumatizing time for me while I pondered letting my son leaving me to go to another country especially at such a tender age my heart struggled but I felt it was for the best.As time went on we spoke on the phone as often as we could I had other children and they were close even though the distance apart could not be measured.When he came to visit us the joy I felt was a joy I felt holding him to my bosom for the very first time.He and his siblings had an automatic bond and the small house felt like a castle with all the love and joy that was in the air.so those times were very special to our little family it’s like holidays only came when he had the chance to visit us. A mother is not to bury her children but the children to bury their mother.The second to last time I saw my son is when he came to burry his younger brother Rick and having been blessed with only 3 children two boys and one girl having a son there to comfort me in that time of grief was a true blessing indeed.Having only one sister the bond was unbreakable so the loss of one sibling made the bond even tighter. The last time we saw each other the pain had subsided so we had the opportunity to share happy moments that are now memories that I will have to cherish forever this is something no mother should have to endure I am deeply hurt and troubled I miss him so much.but he did leave me grandkids and when I speak with them I get a sense of relief because a part of him still lives on❤️

RIP uncle magic u were one of the best uncle and cuz to have ur love and memories will live on forever long live uncle magic from jamarli