Eight-Nine Kisses From Heaven. Celebrating the 89th Birthday of Mother Carol Ann Tatum. By Pastor Kyev P. Tatum, Sr.
Eight-Nine Kisses From Heaven. Celebrating the 89th Birthday of Mother Carol Ann Tatum. By Pastor Kyev P. Tatum, Sr.
If heaven could open just for a moment on this day,
April 15, 2026—your 89th birthday—
I would not ask for riches, recognition, or reward.
I would ask for something far more sacred…
Eighty-nine kisses from heaven.
One for every year you graced this earth.
One for every prayer you whispered when no one was listening.
One for every tear you wiped away before we ever saw it fall.
One for every sacrifice you made that shaped the man I became.
Mama, you were more than a mother—
you were a minister in motion,
a saint in the body of Jesus Christ,
a living testimony that faith is not just spoken—
it is walked out, worn out, and worked out in love.
You didn’t just raise children—
you raised believers.
You didn’t just teach lessons—
you planted seeds that still bear fruit.
And even now, long after July 10, 2001—
the day heaven called you home—
your voice still echoes in my spirit.
I can still hear you…
“Somebody said that it couldn’t be done,
But he with a chuckle replied…
That maybe it couldn’t—but he wouldn’t be the one
To say so until he tried.”
Mama, that wasn’t just a poem to you—
that was a prophetic push.
That was your way of telling us:
Don’t bow to doubt. Don’t break under pressure. Don’t back down from purpose.
And I didn’t.
Because you didn’t.
You taught us how to stand when life said fall.
How to believe when circumstances said quit.
How to trust God when there was no evidence—
except your unwavering faith.
You showed us what it meant to be covered in grace
and anchored in Christ.
So today, Mama…
on what would be your 89th birthday—
I celebrate you not with sorrow,
but with sacred gratitude.
Because I still feel you.
I still hear you.
I still carry you.
In every sermon I preach…
In every life I touch…
In every mountain I climb that others said could not be moved—
That’s you.
So if heaven is listening…
and I believe it is—
Send them down, Mama.
All eighty-nine of them.
Kisses filled with love.
Kisses wrapped in memory.
Kisses sealed with glory.
Happy 89th Birthday, Mama.
Thank you for every lesson, every prayer, every sacrifice—
and every one of those Eighty-Nine Kisses From Heaven.
Until we meet again…
I’ll keep trying.
I’ll keep believing.
I’ll keep living the life you taught me to live.
Your son—always,






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