The Moore Tragedies

Hello, my name is Rickey Moore and I’m speaking on the behalf of myself and the Moore family.

My cover picture that you see is the end results of the holidays that pretty much hasn’t ended yet. Please allow me to elaborate.

Right before Thanksgiving, the Moore family suffered a loss which was my uncle named Batman. He was 83 years of age, lived a good life, but was found laid out on the floor by my brother. To which he ended up in the hospital where he passed do to his health issues.

He was in Chicago and was taken Home to Mississippi where he was laid to rest. There after two days later, I received a call from My lil brother, stating that my sister Shawanda, husband of 20 years had passed that morning…

So I informed my mom who were in Mississippi, laying her brother to rest and immediately we decided to go to Chicago to comfort my sister Shawanda.

Upon my arrival to Chicago, on 6 of December, I was informed of more tragedy. My uncle Robert Lee that lives in Mississippi had also passed.

Right about at this point of my story, you’re probably either saying Aww, or you are in disbelief I assure you that all is truthful and can be proven, but it doesn’t stop there.

The funeral, for my brother-in-law, William Smith was set for December 8th, my brother (Arlyn Moore) and I we’re on our way to the funeral that Saturday morning about 9:40 am, we were sitting at a red light, where we were hit by a flying SUV!!!

After I realized that my brother and I was OK, we exit the truck only to realize that we were in a five car collision!

“We’re Lucky To Be Alive “!

if it wasn’t for the style of the truck, the accident could’ve been far worse if not fatal.

However, after all the police reports and making sure everyone was OK, my brother and I continued to send my brother-in-law to his final resting place.

But what really makes my story so impossible to really believe, even for me, because I’m still in Shock and Awe about “Everything”!

Is that when we finally view the body and we had a gathering with the family we received a call from my cousin Adrienne McGrone, and she’s a Moore too. Her mom was married to my uncle Robert Lee, that I spoke about earlier in my story.

However, Adrian is my first cousin and she informed us that she had came home from work to find my friend “Von”, her boyfriend of 20+ years died…

“God Help Us “! “Help Me”

Other than my higher power, I have no other way but to call on my fellow brothers and sisters out there in the world.

So please, “Anything” that you can spare to help the Moore family, have some kind of a OK Christmas after all these tragedies even if it’s just a prayer, or a kind word. It would be appropriated, and help our family a whole lot.

P.S.

i’m also the caregiver of Josephine Moore (Mother) Who is 73 years old and has been diagnosed with “schizophrenia”.

And now that our truck has been destroyed, I don’t know how I’m going to get her back-and-forth to her doctors appointments especially now that is about to be snow outside. So can you please, please consider helping the Moore family.

Thank You…