In a few days, it will be 9 years ago that my cousin, Kennedy, died from meningitis. For some reason, turning on this album sparked memories of us losing him. I was in a good mood, why did I want to listen to this somber album while in the shower? Then, it hit me.
A few years ago, I told Robin about Kennedy’s story and I was still a little weepy about it, I may be inaccurately stating her reaction but she seemed a little taken aback by my emotions. She said, “Find the lesson in it” and move forward. (This may all come across as harsh, but it’s hard to find better words to describe our conversation, it was really good.
I thought and thought and thought some more about the lesson, I didn’t know what it was. I thought about my Aunt Nancy and how awful she must have felt, hell, still does! She’s a good person, why was her son taken? I thought about my cousin, Rosheeda, why did her brother/only sibling die while she was 5 months pregnant? Why did my sister have to bury her best friend?
They are showing us that we can live through this. So can you.