Today is the 3rd year anniv of the murder of Darren Seals. A year before the death of my mother who passed in 2017… and I’m dealing with the death of my sister who passed away earlier this year.
I was torn whether to post an acknowledgement of the significance of this date… It is with me every day. Not one day goes by that I don’t think of Darren, what could have been, our last exchanges… waiting for him to hit me back that morning… the sickness I felt when one of my FB friends replied in one of my posts that he had been murdered. I can still see the words`. Ironically I saw the news article about a body being found… there weren’t many details, I actually bookmarked .the article to circle back later for updates.
3years. Wow. I would have never guessed I would lose a comrade, mother and sister in a span of 3 years. It changes you… in so many profound ways.
If I leave you with anything today, it is that life is short. And is not guaranteed.
That is what pushes me.
I have no fear.
Rest in power brotha.