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.
It seems that every week we, as a community, are grieving another life lost. I continually say, "I am more than a hashtag." Yet, it seems that we may be one mile, one block, one step, one breath from becoming the next hashtag. Good people from both sides have lost their lives, and we have [...]
This week has been rough. Maybe I'm over being sick, or it could just be all these rainy days. I thought April showers were supposed to bring May flowers, but I feel like I'm back in London with this weeks of rain. Those of you that personally know me know that I am usually an [...]