So, today, I’m a little sad and thoughtful twofold.
Yesterday, when I woke up and after saying my morning prayer, I turned on FB to a post by my boy, Scott. He was celebrating his mom’s birthday to Heaven.
OK, now, Scott and I came up from 9th grade. He knew Noe, my best friend, in 7th and 8th, so when we met, we had that connection aside from both being crips. I’d been over to his pad countless times over the years and vice versa. I’d known his mom.
I was in the hospital when she was sick and died, so I wasn’t there for him, but last Wednesday we were chatting, and he just started telling me the whole story…at least what he could remember…he said it was a blur. I can’t imagine.
We’re looking at ’13-14 when she got sick and died. We were 36-37.
Damn. I can’t imagine losing my folks that young. My boy, Will, was even younger when he lost both his folks. I was married to Teri then, so mid-20s. God bless.
I just can’t fathom. I mean, I see Mom every day, if not every other day, so, to not see her at all ever through my young adult life, holy shit.
I mean, I know I’d make it without my folks, because they brought me up not knowing how to fail. And, just for me, some way I make things work come hell or high water. Then, I have my fam to look after outside of myself. Failure IS NOT an option.
And, Scott’s making it. That’s why I call him BG (Big Guy). He’s a beast with his crip ass.
The other person on my mind is my brother, Joey, who died today in ’00.
Damn, 18 years.
I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for Joey. I learned a buttload from him the last 18 months of his life that I continue to carry to this day. But, like I put on my memory post this morning, “The hole never heals.”
Be good to each other.