Ides of March

Every one has there own way of dealing with the death of a loved one. I know when my daddy died I didn’t grieve properly. There was too much that had to be done. I didn’t have time to get with myself and collect my thoughts and feelings about what was going on. I knew I wanted to run though. That’s one thing I will do when I don’t want to face something. I really didn’t get a good cry until the day of Ms. Margie’s funeral. I went with my son to support him and I was the one that needed the support in the end. I just got overwhelmed with feelings. I loved my daddy so much. Robin died before my daddy and I miss her. I miss her because of the good time we still supposed to be having. She celebrated turning 40 this past Saturday and we were supposed to be at somebody club with Gin and Mad Dog 20/20 (sike) snapping 300 pictures getting wasted with Meo Mikey, and Nikey. When someone is snatched it’s so different. Harder to find peace in it. Now Tank is gone. I haven’t been to his grave yet either. I doubt I will go. I don’t want to. I would like to go to the crash site to put some love down for him. He gave so much love. He received love just as much as he gave from everyone he dealt with. Now-a-days people like to say “give me my flowers (love) while I’m living”. Tank got and gave lots of flowers. I don’t want to forget my people and I don’t want to be sad missing my people. There isn’t a day that goes by when I wish there were still here but God purpose is greater than mine. I can’t question Him. March 5,  March 8, & March 14