So, today’s Noe’s 42nd birthday. We went to the cemetery for the first time in a few years. Honestly, I’m embarrassed, I’d forgotten which way to go when we got there. It’s not that I don’t like going, I love visiting our fam. I have no excuse.
After walking around for a while, I took Joey to visit Mrs. Harper, who was her favorite resident when she worked at Manor Park. It was shady over there, so I figured she could hang over there while I went around to the other side to look for Noe.
Of course, when I started walking that way, it came back to me, and I found him quickly. He’s close to a tree, so it’s calm and shady there. I thought and remembered everything: the day we met at the CP Center, all the times we hung out, all the fights, the day in ’91 I watched him go down. I told him I hope he thinks I’m doing right by him remembering him the way he deserved here through my words, hoping people get a sense of who he was, how I was molded into the crip I am today, because I knew him.
And, I cried.
Be good to each other.