I am a product of a village. I could have had all the lessons, experiences, and adventures without the community who raised me. Some of my village is still present on this side, but many have gone on to be with the Lord. It is so hard to see the people who you always saw as strong warriors slowly slip away. The hardest ones for me were my grandparents. I lost three grandparents in just under four years. Two were during this same week in March, just different years. Today's story is about my grandfather, affectionally known as Pop-Pop.
“If my mind can conceive it, and my heart can believe it—then I can achieve it.”—Muhammad Ali Today, our nation just witnessed the death of "The Greatest" Boxer of all time, Muhammad Ali. Known for his quick wit and his civil rights advocacy, Ali lived up to his name both in and out of the ring. [...]
Always march to the beat of your own drum. Peace & Love, Aronya (aka herownbeat)
We will party like it's 1999 as our guitars gently weeps tears of purple rain. We may lay face down as we feel for you. We may get a little delirious, but this is a sign "o" the times. When doves cry and we mourn your passing, your legacy will live here on after. And that is worth [...]