Mortality's a Bitch II

Morning, Guys…

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 9^th grade.  He knew Noe, my best friend, in 7^th and 8^th, 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.

-J-