Yeah its me again! Back like I never left this batch, huh! No seriously, I have just been trying to stay a float and I am truly coming to realize I may need some necessary counseling. I am still not dealing with my father’s death well, but I am living and trying to move on with life. It has been rough and I never thought I would feel this must pain, angry and resentment toward some people. My emotions are out of wack, but heck I will be aight!
Well, this post is about my Godfather who has always been dear to my life. He grew up with my father and they have known each other since the tender age of 6. He always been a permanent fixture in my life and I think at times I have taken him for granted. I can remember him being on his death-bed after having one of his heart attacks. I can remember talking to him as he laid there unable to talk back. I told Tee that I couldn’t imagine something happening to him, and I just refuse to think of death as an outcome, so I removed it totally from my mind. Thank God he made it through and is still here with us.
Ironically, his middle is my father’s first name. He has done so many things for my family. I can recall him bailing my little brother out of jail a few times, lending money to my mom and dad for various situations and taking me fishing. I was in elementary school when he took me fishing and we stopped by Mikey D’s that morning to grab a bite for breakfast. We docked ourselves on the edge of the lake and cast our fishing rods into the water. Believe it or not this was exciting and refreshing for me, but being young the wait was driving me crazy. Of course, I never did catch one single fish and my outlook on fishing been different ever since. I always admired him taking the time out of his busy life to do that when my father hadn’t. Another fond memory I have was him helping me on my science project that was about electricity. We built this huge model house and he took flashlight bulbs and placed them throughout the model house. Then connected the bulbs to an outside switch along with two batteries to generate the electricity throughout the model house. With one flick of the switch “We Had Light”. Let me be honest my mind drifted midway through the projected, but he did finish it for me and I took first place in the science fair at school.
All those things I mentioned are great and I am forever grateful to him for his acts of kindness toward my family and I. Hell, he really isn’t a Godfather, but an uncle and family. He always been at all of my father’s family funerals. When my uncle was killed he was there and also when my grandmother and my other uncle passed away he was right there on 75 South in the van with us to attend the funerals. Most importantly he was there when my father died. He was there until the bitter end when we pulled the plug. He really held up good despite the circumstances, but I think he was trying to be strong for my brothers, sisters and I.
Even though I love him it is still difficult for me to have a conversation with him about my father. Just to painful, but strange because I can talk to other people and even a stranger about my father’s death. It been this way for a while and I noticed it a long time ago. It is hard for me to talk to his other friends without it being emotional, so I don’t carry on that type of conversation with them. My father knew every and anybody, but I always knew few I would have considered his friend. When you are in the streets and selling or using drugs there isn’t any true friends. Everybody is latched onto you for something and it is usually a fix or money. That’s just the way the game goes. So when my father was dying it really didn’t surprise me too much of who showed up to show love to my family. These three guys that are my father friend I been knowing all of my life.
One of the most important thing I think a person can do is be there for the family/person after the storm clears. My Godfather truly has done that, but once again that wasn’t a surprise. Know matter how much drugs my father used, he never stop being his friend and loving him and seeing that person who he had remember growing up with in the country of Lagrange, Georgia. I hope and pray I can be half the Godfather he was to me. It is such a big deal to be a Godfather to me and I try not to take it for granted. Just typing his makes me think of my Godson. I was very mindful when I chose who I wanted to be my kids Godfather. I knew it had to be someone who would be there for them in life as well as in case of my untimely death. Someone they can depend on for advice and guidance. For that I salute my Godfather for his unconditional love for me and my family as well as for my father who truly was his brother. Thank you and I am eternally grateful.
“Every single person has capabilities, abilities and gifts. Living a good life depends on whether those capabilities can be used, abilities expressed and gifts given. If they are, the person will be valued, feel powerful and well-connected to the people around them. And the community around the person will be more powerful because of the contribution the person is making.” —–JOHN P. KRETZMANN AND JOHN L. MCKNIGHT