© An African American POV
May 1, 2013
By Frederick A. Hurst
THE BATTLE IS “MINE” SAITH THE LORD:
A FIGHTER AND CHAMPION
By Robert (Bobby) Hurst
Bobby Hurst is a very strong man who I am proud to have as a brother. His wife, Regina, just passed away
from lung cancer. Her passing was abrupt and unexpected. Although she had suffered for years from the
disease that few understand, we had every reason to believe that she would be around to complete the long-
term plans we had made together ― a trip to Las Vegas this summer, a second Christmas cruise and more.
We were soul mates, she and my wife, Margie, and Bobby and me.
We weren’t always soul mates. Margie hardly knew Regina, whom I came to know when I was in
Chicago while trying to support efforts to save a doomed West Side college Margie and I worked for. Margie
was in Springfield having our last son in a safe haven from the Chicago stress. I returned to the certain
demise of the college whose president was in the final throes of a losing battle with the federal government
and the powerful Mayor Richard Daly. There was no win. And resistance was pure folly. But loyalty (probably
misplaced) compelled me to stay and fight. It was a waste of my time.
Bobby had arrived in Chicago several years before me to work at the same college and had been eaten
up by the harsh internal politics and all but personally destroyed. It cost him a breach with his first family
but, in his resurgence, he gained another family and Regina was part of it, which is how I came to meet her
and know her well enough to know that she was an exceptional woman even at her young age. We bonded as
she and others helped me through the lonely days away from my family in Springfield and I never forgot her
Almost ten years ago, Bobby and Regina married in Houston, Texas where they both had been living
since the late 70s. Although we had talked on the phone after the marriage, I hadn’t seen Regina since
Chicago until a few years ago after I heard they were traveling from Houston to the Washington area for a
visit. I arranged for Margie and me to meet them there. I wanted to renew my friendship with Regina. But
more than that, I wanted my wife to meet her. I knew they would bond instantly because they had so much in
common. And they did.
TO KNOW HER WAS TO ADMIRE HER
Robert (Bobby) and Regina Milliner Hurst
REGINA IN THE MORNING
By Marjorie J. Hurst
I only got to know my sister-in-law, Regina Milliner Hurst, about two years
ago―for any number of reasons. My husband, on the other hand, knew Regina
from years ago when we lived in Chicago, long before she married his brother,
Bobby in 2003.
Bobby and Regina lived in Houston and although we occasionally talked
on the phone, we rarely saw each other. But in the summer of 2011, we learned
that Regina, whose lung cancer had been in remission for three years, had had
a reoccurrence of the disease and needed to go back on chemotherapy. We, of
course, called and expressed our concern and conveyed our best wishes and
promised to keep her in our prayers.
During our conversation, we learned that before she went back on
chemotherapy, she and Bobby would be traveling to the D.C. area to attend her
father’s family reunion. Rick and I made a snap decision to go and spend late
Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning visiting with them at their hotel in
between their family reunion activities.
The word “MOTHER” embodies these
attributes: Compassionate, Caring, Loving,
Trustworthy, Honest, Smart, Protector,
Sacrifice, Exercising Influence and Control.
Each one of these words describes my
wife, Teresa Hudson, as a mother. On July
9th, we will be celebrating a spectacular 25
years of marriage. We have two wonderful
children, Paul Jr. and Ashley, ages 21 and 19
respectively. Teresa has been such a role
model for our children, especially our
daughter, Ashley. Ashley has developed into
a lady just like her mother because Teresa
invested all of her time ensuring that Ashley
learned every aspect of becoming a
wonderful lady. And from Teresa, Paul Jr.
has learned how to respect women and how
a woman should be treated and the roles
that women play as a mother and a wife.
“HOW DO I LOVE THEE?”
My Love For My Wife On Mother’s Day
By Paul “Tony” Hudson
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