WOMEN TELL YOUR DAUGHTERS THIS.
Anna Kendrick at the GRAMMYS (x)
Today, you would’ve been 24. That blows my mind that it’s been this long. It blows my mind that you didn’t even make it to 15 years old and that if you were still here with us, you’d be 24.
Ma-an, even though you lived in a different state, every time we were together, we were partners in crime. If you were still here, would be have been just like our moms? BFFs? Laughing all night long, talking about life? I’m sure, but the saddest part is I’ll never know.
I only hope you’re resting peacefully, and enjoy watching me down here. What an eventful life, huh? You and Gramps probably are hanging out up there, laughing at all the ridiculous stuff yall see. I miss you two so much.
Happy Birthday my beautiful angel. There’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about you. I love and miss you so much.
writing thoughts always made me feel better, so I guess I’ll start it again.
the past couple of weeks have the the craziest in my whole entire life. My grandpa finally left to be with the Lord, my grandma fractured her hip, and my sister is probably going through the toughest times in her life. and I have to be here, 17 hours away from my family. when I left VA, my mom hugged me and told me to be strong. I couldnt let go of her; and she was crying. mind you, my mom never cries. my family has just went through the roughest times in our lives. there’s nowhere else I want to be than home.
coming back to Baton Rouge, I felt empty. I’m trying to keep busy, keep going, deal with my life here, and try to realize what I do have and be thankful for that. There’s something inside of me that’s keeping me going, I don’t know what it is, but it’s helping me keep moving forward. Though I am very thankful for that, I feel unconsciously I’m going insane. I feel my mind is repressing everything. I haven’t truly cried about the loss of my grandpa and everything else that is going on. I scared it’ll hit me one of these days, and all I can do is mentally prepare myself. I feel I’m broken into a million pieces but I won’t accept that I am. Or maybe I’m just not giving myself enough credit and accept how incredibly strong I’ve become.
I don’t know what I’m trying to get at in this post, but it’s making be feel some sort of better. I feel different. I’m still feel me, I am still me, but there’s a feeling that things will never be the same ever again. Is it a good or bad thing? I honestly don’t know. But it feels weird. It’s making me realize who will be in my life and who won’t. It’s making appreciate what I do have. It’s making me stronger than I ever was. It’s also making my relationship with God, better.
I don’t know where this weird feeling will take me, but hopefully it will not defeat me. I need to keep moving, because I realized no matter what, the world will still spin, life will move on, and it’s up to me if I will move with it, or against it. Life is movement. I think I’ll keep moving, hoping and believing God’s plan will be in my favor.
this is weird. everything is so weird and different. I just want to be with my family. but I need to keep moving and look forward to when I can be surrounded by the people I love the most again.
I feel empty. But I believe I’m slowly moving towards becoming full and whole again. In time. No matter what I have to believe it’ll be ok.
Being fathers is getting our daughters up at 5:30 am making breakfast getting them dressed for school and putting them on the bus by 6:30 .This is a typical day in our household . It’s not easy but we enjoy every moment and eveny minute of #fatherhood . #proudfathers #blackfathers #prouddads #gaydads
My heart goes out to that little girl getting her hair brushed in this photo. theres not a black child with hair that doesn’t empathize with her face rn
I have never seen two tattoo’d gay black guys with their kids and i fucking love it
everything about this is right