Amy Y. Simmons

Amy Simmons aka Amos Moses was born July 1, 1954 and passed away November 27, 2014, at the young age of 60 years old, surrounded by family.
My mother was very clear as to what she wanted in death. Peace. And peace is what she got.
Those who remember her friends, family, and coworkers will probably remember her as a very headstrong, rebellious, sarcastically, humorous woman. And that is exactly how she wants to be remembered. She would want everybody she knew to celebrate her life, not mourn her.
She was preceded in death by her mother, Jane Holbrook. She is survived by her only child, Nicole Bishop (Michael Bishop), and her doting grand-children, who she loved dearly, Nathaniel and Whitney Bishop. She is also survived by her favorite nephew, Michael (Mikey) Paul McGill, JR.
My mother's favorite brother, best friend, and partner in crime, Jim Johnson, will forever hold memories of theirs times together. For example: The day my mother convinced him that a big black garbage bag, on the side of the road, held unknown treasures. Little did he know that momma just convinced a grown man to dig elbow deep in real trash. Her laughing so hard tears rolled down her cheeks.
Even after an unfortunate 20 year separation, they reunited as if 1 day had not gone by. They had many quality years together, only this time sharing their hijinks with their families. I know Uncle Jim is grateful of the unconditional love of his favorite sibling.
But their greatest accomplishment was to bring together all their siblings, who all lived so many miles apart, together for Thanksgiving at Grandma Janes. That was the best Thanksgiving ever.
My momma lived a full life, and yes it had many ups and downs. But those downs taught her survival and strength. And in those ups, she shined the center of attention. Momma would always say it was a curse. She held many job titles in her life her favorite was working on Bourbon Street at Big Daddy's. She put Big Daddy's on the map, her legs famously swinging out of the front wall for all to see.
She loved the vibrations while riding on the back of a Harley Davidson, just as much as she loved the vibrations of a tattoo gun, what she called ink therapy.
Momma was a modern day gypsy, traveling this great country. Whether she was riding shotgun in a semi, staring out the window of an old greyhound bus, drinking beer in the lounge car of a train, maneuvering a boat down the inland waterway, or just simply hitch hiking.
She drank her wine from a gallon glass jug, and loved her 3am scooter chair rides, ""walking her dog."" She was the 1st black sheep of the family and I was the second. Funny thing about us black sheep, you can't see the dirt. She had an adventurous soul, and I am proud to say I do too. Thanks mom.
She is the reason I got my 1st tattoo at 7 years old and followed it up with my very own quart of malt duck. Just because I didn't cry, my momma taught me to hold my head high and take no prisoners. But she also taught me to be kind to people, because you never know what personal battles they may be fighting.
Life was never boring when she was around, no matter where she was. If it could be seen, she saw it. If it could be done, she did it. I must admit, it is an honor to be the only child of such an independent and courageous woman who knew how to live life to the fullest.
I know she would want her life celebrated and carried on. I ask that you do this, not only for her, but for you too. My mother's life wish was to be cremated. I am proud to say, I honored her wish today. I know my mother wanted leave a little bit of herself here amongst us. So, instead of a memorial, she and I decided to give back to this earth. Her cremains will be placed in a bio urn and planted, where she will be the mighty oak she was in life, again in death.
Any and all condolences can be sent to 128 W. 4th Street, Long Beach, MS 39560.
RIEMANN FAMILY FUNERAL HOME, 11280 Three Rivers Road in Gulfport, served the family.
Tributes may be offered at www.riemannfamily.com