Come Get Me Mother

People die everyday, it's a fact of life. So much so, that we have become indifferent to a degree. Sometimes we lose something or someone, that makes a noticeable dent. From that point on, life is somehow different. Something such as this happened about 9pm Saturday night. Life will be different from 2 to 6 pm Monday thru Friday. And from 8 to 12 on Saturday mornings. We lost a legend in local radio, "Preston Moore" aka "Jaye Micheal Davis". He was killed in a motorcycle accident. He was pronounced dead on the scene. His wife Lisa Moore was injured also. She survived, but is in critical condition. We will keep her in our prayers. As someone who calls the different radio talk shows. I have had the pleasure of talking with Jaye. I can say on several different occasions. Jaye has sided with me, in spite of his co-host and other callers. I can truly say "Jaye" was a man, among Disc Jockeys. He always carried himself as a Man. Even when we disagreed, we parted as men. He truly would respectfully agree, to disagree. He never said or did anything, where he should later be ashamed. He was the only person I knew, that had his own opinion. And stuck to his guns. In spite of what popular public opinion was. That somehow, didn't offend anyone. He was the only radio personality I conversed with. That didn't have an issue with their ego. Unlike everybody else on the radio, he didn't argue the point. That's not necessarily a bad thing. For those people that will. That's just one characteristic he didn't have. He signed off for the last time Saturday morning, with his usual last words. "Come get me mother" a saying he made famous. I can only hope Jaye's behavior was an extension of his faith. I don't know if he was saved or not, but I pray he was. I would like to change his last words a little, for this one occasion. "Come get him Father". He has crossed the finish line.