Happy Mother’s Day to all of the mom’s out there!
Being a mom is the biggest job that you could ever accept.
Special happy mother’s day to my mom! Thanks for EVERYTHING! Love you!
This morning I got the phone call that my father passed away.
I found out he had cancer in March, but over the last 48 hours, his condition deteriorated pretty quickly. Apparently he had been sick since December but didn’t tell anyone. Looking back over the last few months, I don’t think my step-mom knew that he was sick. I can remember when we were at dinner back in February and my step-mom said he needed to go to the doctor because he didn’t have much of an appetite.
I feel so many emotions right now.
I’m sad that he’s gone.
I’m thankful for the last year that I’ve been able to spend getting to know him.
I’m happy that I now have my brothers in my life.
I’m at peace that my dad is no longer in pain.
I was able to talk to him on the phone yesterday morning and, as always, he asked how I was doing and told me how happy it made him to know that my brothers and I were building relationships and getting close. And again, I thanked him for welcoming me into his life after all this time and that I loved him.
As crazy as it sounds, I truly believe in my heart that he kept fighting for me and my brothers. When he told me he was sick, he told me that the relationships that I was building with my brothers let him know that everything would be ok. And after talking with my big brother yesterday morning, I know he believes the same thing.
Even though my dad was only in my life for the last year, I’m blessed that I even had the opportunity to get to know him at all…
R.I.P. Thomas L. Blagburn
Since I decided to highlight my favorite people, I figured that I might as well start with the person that I’ve known the longest.
Where do I start with this chick? We go back to 1985. And she’s been more like a sister than a friend in our 24 years of friendship. (Dayum that’s a long time!) We’ve been to countless Howard homecomings, concerts, ski trips, church parties (just go with it!), vacations, and given many fake numbers to people we continuously ran into. LOL Through it all we’ve remained close.
We have had the occasional bump in our friendship road, but always we’ve been there for each other through ALL of life’s ups and downs. And that’s when it counts the most.
She’s the most chill, go-with-the-flow, old-school hip-hop head, pee-ump (that’s pimp for all you squares LMAO) that I know. She accepts me for who I am, which is the most important. We can be goofy and serious. Laugh and cry. She knows my family (well most of it, we’ve got to arrange her meeting the other half this Christmas!) and I know hers. She keeps it real with me 100% all the time. She supports me in everything I do, no matter how off the wall it may seem.
Currently she’s on assignment in Paraguay until August 2010, so I only get to chat with her on IM and through emails. But I think we’ve gotten closer over the last year, especially after our talks during her visit to Atlanta before she left the country. I cherished the time that we had to hang out last Christmas…and though it was brief, I wouldn’t trade it for the world!
Sashi, we’ve known each other a LONG time. Through all the ups and downs, I can honestly say we’ve had a blast! Here’s to many, many, many more shared memories! Love ya and miss ya lots sistagirl!
I hope everyone is doing well.
I decided that over the next couple of weeks I’m going to start highlighting some of my favorite people and why they are mean so much to me. It’s gonna get a little sappy, but it’s also going to give some insight into who I am — after all “birds of a feather flock together”, right?
I’m also gonna start doing some more music posts. Music is so much a part of my everyday existence that it only seems right.
I’ve been slacking on my blogging and I feel bad about it (even though I really shouldn’t…)
Anyhoo, I hope you have a great weekend! I plan to!
They say that people come into you life for a reason. A year ago, after 27 years of not being present, my father came into my life. Soon followed by my brothers, step-mom, sister-in-law and nephew. I wondered to myself “why”. I didn’t have the answer then and I don’t have the answer now. What I do know is that this introduction has been the best thing that has ever happened to my life. Meeting my family has put so much into perspective. And now so even more.
Last week, I found out that my father sick. When he told me, I was devastated. He just sounded so weak and sad when he delivered the news to me, but the one thing he said that brought him joy and happiness (and I could hear it in his voice) was the fact that my brothers and I were bonding and building a relationship with each other. It made him feel like everything will be alright, no matter what happens. At that moment, every emotion came rushing at me – and I broke down. Seeing him on Saturday, thinner than our last visit, was hard. His spirits just weren’t what they once were. I could tell my step-mom was stressed but she tried not to show it.
For most of the day Sunday, I was preety much out of it. Deep in thought, thinking about so much and so little all at the same time. That is, until I checked my voicemail. My dad called to say that things didn’t look as bad as his doctor originally thought. He is still sick, but thank God for an early diagnosis. I’ll find out more on his treatment plan this weekend.
My dad being sick has made me realize that they is a reason for everything that happens in life, sometimes the answer will be reavealed, and sometimes it’s not. But you just have to trust that God knows what he’s doing.
Be blessed and have a great weekend!
You ever just feel like you should be doing more with you life?
I know I do…and that’s how I’m feeling these days.
Don’t get it twisted. I’m not depressed or anything.
I’m quite happy with my life right now. I have a great family and a great group of friends around me, who no matter how crazy they are, I wouldn’t trade them for anything!
I guess I just feel like there’s something else that I should be doing.
Hmm…I wonder what though?
Why do people make a big deal about stressing the “half” in half-siblings?
I mean, seriously, you are still related to the person by blood, even more so than cousins.
Who cares if you share one or both parents? Ya’ll are still siblings.
When people ask me if I have any siblings? (NOW) I say I have 2 brothers.
Yesterday, I was on the phone with my homie Decatur and I could hear his mom in the background yelling something about half-brothers. Just like me, Decatur is his mom’s only child, but his father has 3 other kids. He doesn’t refer to them as his half-siblings. They are his brothers and sister.
I feel the same exact way. Why do we have to always create such a separation, especially when it comes to children? We didn’t ask to only have one parent in common, it’s just the way that things worked out. But it doesn’t make us any less brother and sister.
My brothers don’t treat me like half a sister. And Decatur doesn’t treat his brothers and sister half-ly either. You’re either sister and brother or not. Plain as that.