It was Thursday, 3am, my phone buzzed “She’s Gone.” Fast Forward.
He stood, and the tears began to fall down my face. I had done so well, until that moment. He grabbed the microphone, standing beside his mother for the last time, and he began to sing. My heart dropped to the pits of my stomach, because I knew in that moment, the strength of my friend, Shawn. In that moment, I felt a peace come over me, and told myself, “He’s going to be alright.” For he did something braver than anyone else, and sang for his “Mama” one last time… If I’d never felt the love from Shawn for his mother, I knew right then, she was and always be his heart…
This was my Sunday, my Valentine’s Day. Fast Forward.
She went suddenly. There are no words, no service is in NY, going to be in Trinidad, sorry for the lost. This was a text. WHAT?!?! Enough said.
This was my Thursday. Fast Forward.
As I walked out of the church, felt my head literally pop, the migraine burst on the scene, and I remembered my phone had rang… the news, “Tasha, she’s gone…”
He sang so beautifully as his fingers barely touched the keys on the keyboard. The walls were white trimmed in a deep eggplant purple. The flowers were red and white, red being her favorite color. I wore red. Silence had filled the room, minus the whimpers of sadness in the air, it was breathtaking. To see my birth year on an obituary, reality check. To see her children sit just a mere 2 feet away from her, and know they would grow up without her, it was chilling. “It’s over now, I feel like I can make it, the storm is over now…” are the words to the song. I’d heard so many times over, but yet in that moment, it had new meaning.
This was my Saturday. Fast Forward.
Ah. I wished my phone would stop ringing. Every time it rang, it was BAD News. As I was getting ready for dinner, the house phone rang. She gasped and began to cry. “He’s gone, and has a newborn baby, what will they do, they said on the other end of the phone.” Again, I sighed.
This was my Friday. Fast Forward.
I have been quiet for a reason. Even now I am not sure of what to say really, but I did feel I owed some explanations… So in short, it was 10days, 4 people, and alot of tears… but I am here.
To Ms. Vesterine, Victoria, Marsha, and Leonard Jr… All so young… gone too soon. You’ll be missed, but God had a greater need for you than that of man. “Vous êtes des anges dans les cieux de Dieu maintenant, nous vous aimons” Au revoir mes amis au revoir…
I picked up the camera again today for the first time in a 10days professionally… Here’s a sneak peek.. Happy Sunday!
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