The Life of Hunz Mozac

By Jeannette Amanfo

Hunz is a man of great character. Always polite and helpful to anyone that is in need. After losing his mother, he blamed himself, to where he felt lost and very depressed. After his mother's funeral, he received a letter left for him, from his mother. In the letters he told about the day her and her husband adopted him

• Language: English
• Publisher: Authors' Tranquility Press
• Release date: Aug 17, 2022
• ISBN: 9781959197256

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The Life of Hunz Mozac/Jeannette Amanfo

Paperback: 978-1-959197-24-9

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CONTENTS

The Life of Hunz Mozac

The meeting

The Date

The Properties

The Meeting

Learning

Digging ground

The Family

Making Plans

A New Beginning

The Wedding

Life’s Treasure’s

God’s plan

The Life of Hunz Mozac

G et over here son, how many times have I told you not to climb that tree; don’t you understand, it only takes one slip, and you would fall all the way down, and it could kill you instantly. Once you’re dead, there is no coming back. Hunz’s, mother, Marie, warned him once again.

It seemed like she was always finding her son climbing trees. There were times when she would pull into the driveway after coming home from grocery shopping and step outside her car, when he would hear her yelling for him to get down from the top of the tree. Hi, mom. He would say, looking down at her.

Marie’s heart would drop to the bottom of her feet. She would place her hand over her heart and breathe deep. You better stop doing that. You’re going to give me a heart attack.

Hunz was remembering all the times, heard his mother’s voice yelling at him to come down from the trees. How she would stand at the bottom, praying, asking God to please bring him down safely.

Now standing at the grave site of his dear sweet mother, he was having a difficult time, watching them lower the casket deep beneath the ground. He stood there trying to be brave, knowing that his mother was with Jesus, and she had no more struggles with sickness.

For the last few years of her life, she was getting weaker, until she got to the point that she could not work any longer. Hunz was now a young man of twenty-five, he had been working and taking care of his sick mother for the last few months. He felt like he owed her everything, after all, she was the one that raised him merely on her own. She worked a forty-hour week, most of the time, and the rest of her time, was spent taking Hunz to his baseball games, during the summer, and during the winter, she was at all his basketball games, not to mention being faithful to never miss church whenever the church doors were opened.

Hunz began to weep to where his shoulders shook. He stood there watching the casket move out of sight, as it lowered deep into the ground. It was like the final closer, to ever seeing his mother again. Then his aunt Linda walked up to him, wrapped her arms around him, and they held on to each other and wept.

Hunz, I know that you are going to miss your mom, I will too. I want you to know, that your mother has always been so proud of you. I have never seen a mother love her child, as much as she did you. You must remember that your mother will be waiting for you, when it’s your time, or when Jesus comes back, whichever is first. Now she has joined your father, after all of these years. Jesus is loving her right now, and your dad is wanting to show her all around heaven.

Hunz knew what his aunt was saying, she was only trying to ease his pain. But something inside of him, hurt so much, that he could not escape it. He tried to speak, but nothing would come out of his mouth.

Hunz, would you like to come over to uncle Bill’s and my home for a few days?

He couldn’t find the words to tell her no, so he just shook his head no. He just wanted to go home and be left alone. He took a few days off from work, but he knew that he would have to pull himself together enough, to go back to work, the following day.

The church where he and his mother attended, put on a nice meal after the burial. He tried to eat, but he felt sick to his stomach, each bite he took, felt like it was going to come back up. Pushing his plate to the side, he looked around at the people that came out for the funeral. Many faces he didn’t even know.

Young man, I am Cindy. Your mother and I worked together, she sat at a desk next to mine, for the past fifteen years. She was always talking to me about you. She said how much she loved you, and that you were a great guy.

Hunz listened to the woman as she spoke. He even tried to smile slightly when she spoke of his mother.

I am going to get going, but I was hoping that you could follow me out to me car. You see, your mother had several things on her desk that I think you will want.

Hunz pushed his chair out and stood up. Cindy could see that he was ready to follow her, so she turned and started walking towards the door.

Hunz wondered why his mother never got her things back long before now. Why did it take someone so long to bring them? His mother had been home and sick for a few months now.

He watched as the woman unlocked her door, and opened it up, to reach inside to take out a box. He found his voice, here let me get that for you.

Young man, I wanted to bring this box of things to your mom, a long time ago. But your mother would not hear of it, she would say to me, Cindy please keep my things there, I will get better and come back to work. You see after your father died, your mother came to work as a secretary. She loved her job and the people that worked there. She was always praying, and telling people about Jesus. It was through her, that our boss, Mr. Thomas gave his life to the Lord.

Hunz was so pleased to hear what she was telling him. His heart swelled up with happiness, knowing that even on her job, she was still sharing the love of Jesus with others. My mom truly loved the Lord with all of her heart. She was a wonderful mother and woman. She loved everyone, and never found fault in them. At least she refused to ever speak it, I could always tell when something grieved her spirit, she would begin to pray.

Yes, even at work, I could hear her pray while sitting at her desk and typing. I will miss my friend. She sobbed some tears.

When was the last time that you saw my mother?

I was there visiting her on my lunch break two days before she died. I had planned to come and see her after that, but I heard that she took a turn for the worse, I figured that you would want that time with her alone, so I stayed away.

Thank you, Cindy, for your kindness towards my mother. I know that she will be missed, but for those that are in Christ Jesus, we will see her again. He was trying to hold himself together. Thank you for coming out, and bringing me my mother’s things. I am going to head home myself. I just need to get alone right now, it was a pleasure meeting you today, thanks again. He turned to walk to his car, he knew that if he didn’t walk away, he would be standing in the parking lot, having a break- down. He did not want others to see what he was feeling like on the inside of him.

Nice to meet you too. She spoke as she watched him walk away.

Hunz opened his car door, and placed the box of his mother’s things, in the back seat. He felt bad leaving without saying a word to anyone else, yet he knew that if he stayed, there would be a scene he did not want others to see.

Putting his car into drive, he started to head out towards the road, when he looked around and noticed there were many cars, in the parking lot. A thought raced through his mind, she sure knew a lot of people, what an impact she must have made on them. Tears began to stream down his cheeks, as he pulled out unto the road. He tried to wipe them away, to clear his eyes from being blurry from tears. But they just kept returning. Finally, he reached his home, pulling into the driveway, he decided that he would park his car in the garage, which he rarely ever did. He didn’t want others to know that he was home. He just wanted to hide out for a while, to be left alone to think.

Opening up the back door to his car, he took out the box that contained what his mother felt were her prize possessions. Enough, so that she requested it to be left at her place of employment, just in case she would return back to work.

Walking inside his home, he kicked off his shoes, then walked to the chair that his mother always sat in, whenever she was in the living room.

He started to take things out of the box and look at what they were. Humm he thought, as he looked at an old picture of him when he was about ten years old, playing baseball. Mama, I didn’t even know that you still had this picture. He spoke out loud as if his mother was sitting in the room with him. He placed it on the end table next to the chair. Taking out another picture of him, then another. He could not believe this is what she had on her desk, like her friend Cindy had told him. He noticed a piece of paper sitting on the bottom of the box. He picked it up and unfolded it very carefully. As it might contain, something that was very important. He sat at the edge of his seat, as he began to read.

"My dearest Hunz, I have something that is very important to tell you. First off, I want to let you know, that outside of God, you have become the most important person to me, ever since your father has passed away, a number of years ago.

There is something that needs to be said. This, I ask you ahead of time to please forgive me for what I’m going to share with you.

When your father and I married, we wanted to start a family right away. Your father was going into the army, and I wanted someone to be with me, while he was gone. We tried to have a baby, but I could never get pregnant no matter how many times we tried.

My heart was broken, and I knew that soon your father would be leaving for a long time.

Then one day, I heard about this young girl, she was unmarried and was about to give birth to a baby. She had said that she could not care for the baby, and she would have to place him up for adoption, in order to stay at home with her parents.

Your father and I decided, to take her child after it were born. We met up with her and had all the paperwork drawn up, for private adoption.

Son, I am so sorry that I never got around to telling you all of this before now. Please Hunz, forgive me. There were many times over the years, that I tried to tell you, but the words just would not come out. So, I wrote them down.

Hunz, your birth mother's name is Lydia Mayfield. If you could find it in your heart to forgive me, then you could find it in your heart, to find your birth mother. You look much like her, with the olive complexion, and the sandy blonde hair.

There were always those times that you asked me who you looked like; I could not tell you. I was at a loss for words, I think maybe I was afraid that if I told you the truth, that you were adopted, you might not have loved me as much, knowing that I was not your real mother.

Then maybe you would want to find your birthmother and love her more. I don’t believe that she ever wanted to give you up, but she was forced into it. I love you son, and now you know the truth. I told my friend Cindy to make sure to give you the box that held my most prize possessions.

Hunz never hold on to unforgiveness, and remember the things I’ve taught you and what you have learned from God.

Until then, my eyes behold that city until the day, God calls me home."

Love mom

Hunz was at a loss for words, he could not believe what he just read, he read the letter over and over again, trying to absorb what he read. He began to cry uncontrollably, to where he fell to his knees on the floor crying out a loud cry.