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We lost our mother 3/27/24!
I still don’t know how to feel right now? PART ONE
My brother and I seldomly spoke unless it’s about music or some shit he’s went through with his toxic baby mama.
Usually we don’t talk no longer than an hour or less. An hour would be great, but it’s usually less than that depending on the vibe. Our story is kind of different indeed and I love my bro although it may not seem like it over the years. We all we got now.
The night of March 26 was trying because my brother called me to tell me our mother died but they brought her back and may not make it through the night.
Initially when he told me this I was like damn. I didn’t feel anything inside, yet my response was a vague sense of sadness at first…
The woman who birthed me on Nov 3rd, 1970 in Chicago, Illinois and it has played a big role in my life on levels unimaginable to family and or people who hasn’t crawled, walked, or ran in my shoes.
Mother was a woman with such elegance in the beginning. Since her and my father, “sighs” divorced when I was little, my life took a direction of uncertainty. Loosely based on their lives, my life yet took on a path towards an epic fail, trials and error with ups and downs, basically in their image. Sort of.
