There is an old African proverb that says when an elder passes away, so goes a library. In my family, we had two libraries close their eternal doors. Both of my uncles, the younger brothers of my family clan, the only males, left this world within fifteen days of each other. I was sitting in my room with pen in hand, preparing a spoken word piece to honor Uncle #1 when I received the phone call from my sister-cousin-in-law that Uncle #2 was being rushed to the ER and was not expected to make it. She was on her way to tell her husband and prepare for the ten hour drive to get here. Holding his hand, stroking his curly hair, seeing my grandmother and great-grandmother in his pale features, wondering what we hadn't asked yet, what we hadn't learned yet, what we hadn't heard yet from him and older brother. Worlds away we were all mourning one and trying to wrap our minds around the other and it is too much to process that in our small part of the vast family clan, on...
life, really, and a latte by Tayé Foster Bradshaw