"Ya know, son, a lot of times we don't show appreciation for the one's we care for until it's too late" a stranger/relative told me at my granddaddy's funeral. I replied acquiescently while I allowed that thought to marinate my my thoughts. Now, three years later, that saying reverberates uncontrollably in my head. Last night I received news that I lost a good friend of mine, Khalifah Muhammad, due to a car accident in which his brother passed as well. This news followed the news I received three days earlier that my Spelman sister, Tiana "Tink" Kindred, passed the same way.
Amid all my reminiscing, I questioned the creator. Why would he do this? Why now? Is there a message for me in this? How could I possibly be more personable when I can't predict the longevity of one's existence in my life?
Questions racing across my head, I paused to deeply to delve deeper into the penultimate question.
These were two very positive --and fun to be around-- individuals. They passed, to me of course, to serve as an example to their peers. Nowadays, teens drive recklessness; I know I do. I'm gonna take this as a message to drive safer and show deeper appreciation to my inner circle. If you knew these two, I hope you can find a message in this as well.
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What you say shawty?