It was a little difficult getting up this morning. I got in from North Carolina around 10:00pm and once I got settled in I slept clean through the night. It was a great little getaway despite the circumstances. I went to North Carolina to show support for my long time friend, Anthony, whose mother succumbed to Cancer last week. It's amazing how those tragic moments in life can bring about such pleasant ones in return. I got a chance to see a lot of friends whom I haven't seen in years. They were all there to support our friend who needed us. We hugged and embraced as we all met at Keisha's house. We talked about our lives and marveled at how much we've changed and how much we haven't. We listened to music, ate pizza, drank and laughed. It was at that moment that I realized my life and how precious it is. I appreciated seeing my friends, but I also appreciated the fact that I've evolved since High school. I'm not the same insecure teenager begging for their acceptance and friendship. I'm no longer part of group of kids competing for senior favorite. I stood there as a proud individual. I realized my manhood. Yep, it was that serious. :)
The best of that time in North Carolina was spent with my 86 year old grandfather. I got up yesterday morning and fixed him breakfast. I usually take over that task when I visit because my aunt does it all the time. He gets up at around 5:30 am and turns on the Western channel. Hip surgery has retired him to a chair in front of the television. So, he sits in front of that TV in his green lounge chair and he watches Westerns all day. It's funny because he could be the commentary on a Western DVD. He'd make little comments about individual cowboys and he even mentioned how early settlers eradicated the Native Americans that lived on the land. In between the mascares and bar fights on the televison we would have conversations. They were mostly about his life and his accomplishments. They were not huge milestones, but they were special to him and I respected that. I have so much to thank him for as a man. Well, it's time for my 10:15 am tea. Peace~
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