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Say Uncle





So many thoughts I'm trying to reconcile right now...so, bear with me...

Firstly, isn't it amazing how one thing leads to another? The WAY they lead to one another?

I went to Facebook and saw that a friend had joined (RED) so of course, I joined too. Decided to go to Twitter...well, of course they're making Twitter red today...so I joined in. I then tweeted a shout out to my uncle, who is living with HIV/AIDS and quite sick...as well as my sister's deceased father, who died of AIDS in 2003. My uncle has been battling the disease for over a decade now. Tough cookie he is, so I decided to call him. Now, I don't call him often. Condemn and judge if you choose...but, it's hard. Right now, I'm damming tears after speaking to him. He said, "Kali...I've been sick for 11 years. I'm tired. I lost my car, my job, my health..."  *pause* His voice is so frail. In between telling me how pretty my mother, sister and I have always been {remembering to tell me how crazy about my mom, my dad was and how broken up he was when she left...hmph! lol} ...and asking me if I had a boyfriend, to which I said no, because I don't have the energy to explain how I love a dude several states away. *oy vey* He was saying how now that his only child has moved to NC...he wont be seeing his 5yr old grandson much. He sounded so sad.

*sigh* This is my uncle. My father's younger brother. My grandmother's baby...lawd, this is her BABY! Anyway...I have so many memories of this cat. He had a pimp swagger. He was the kinda dude that would spend his spare time in this house wearing a stocking cap to preserve his waves. Tall and thin, light-skinned and slick...he was the type of dude that had mack vibes. He had a few girlfriends at a time...but, one, Denise...was the one he brought home to my grandmother. Mind you...his daughter's mom is "a Denise" as well...but this wasn't her. THIS Denise brought with her 3 little girls who became something like cousins throughout their relationship. At one time, they all moved in with us and it was like one big slumber party every single day. I don't know why I mentioned that...but, anyway...he couldn't wait to move her out of our apartment and back into one of her own. He had to be able to come home and be AWAY from her sometimes...I guess to catch his breath. When he came home, which wasn't often...we'd watch movies together. He was real easy. He even taught me how to iron...no double creases. Perfectly starched shirts and straight cuffs.

It wasn't all sweet...not by a little bit. He, my father and grandmother argued a lot. Things got difficult at times to have him around, because he demanded attention...even if it was negative. He was the baby for goodness sakes. He refused to be ignored and at times would "start" with my father. My father AND uncle are indeed recovering addicts...so there's nothing more I need to say on that account. They fought a lot and that's that.

My uncle lucked up on finding a woman who in spite of potentially knowing his activities of that time, loved him, married him, and has dedicated her life with him to caring for him. They were married in 2001 and he's had peaks and valleys of being well and then sick again. God bless his soldier spirit...remaining feisty along the way. Yes, he's still here.

My sister's father lost his battle in 2003. No, I retract that...he didn't lose it. He beat it with the victorious transitioning from this plane to the next. In a room, barely breathing with no one there with him except my mother, sister and I...he said sayonara. I still remember. My mom praying for his ease, him breathing his last breath, us on the way out...when my sister realized he wasn't breathing anymore. My heart almost stopped with his. I could sense it. I was rushing to go...I didn't want to be present when death came. Plans foiled, huh? Yea, of all the folks in the world he had with him there to breath in his spirit as he left...it was us three. A woman he loved dearly, his daughter...and me. Rest in Peace, Richard.

World AIDS Day...I'm so aware.

Blessings...

8 scopers scoping:

CurvyGurl ♥ said...

I've been thinking about legacy, Kal. You've reminded me of the importance of having someone remember you for the positive and fun times, even if things weren't always peachy keen. May your uncle find the peace that surpasses all understanding.

Da_Kween said...

Thank you so much...I pray the same. I don't know if he'll be here physically this time next year...but he dwells in my heart.

LYKEBUDDA said...

dont kno what to say just wanna send u a hug... thanks for sharing sis

Da_Kween said...

Thanks for the hug, sis...I appreciate it. ***hugs***

RiPPa said...

This was nice Kween.

Da_Kween said...

Thanks, Rip. This was a hard one.

MilesPerHour said...

I started out by reading this post, my first visit to your blog. You had me hooked so I read a few more and really enjoy what you are expressing in your posts.

I write lyrics, which are basically poetry, for the songs I record. The thing with lyrics is that they can become "hemmed in" by the song's construction or music around them. Poetry can be so much more free to do what it likes.

You have a new follower in me.

Da_Kween said...

Thank you SO much for the wonderful kudos. I can definitely get with the way poetry is like "free range lyrics"...absolutely.

Welcome to the Kaleidoscope! :)

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