I have not post in awhile....I really can't tell you why honestly. I have been dealing with a friend who is preparing for her death. You see my friend Angel is in the last final stages of her disease. Our paths crossed during church. I always wondered why people whispered and hissed when she passed by. I noticed how beautiful she was but for reason she just could see it. I remembering asking her why she dressed like a frumpy old grandmother. I remember her smile and then her tears. She cried because I have been the only female close to her age that come up and talked to her like a normal human being. I looked at her and asked her why would she say that. Then she told me that she was HIV+. I looked at her and still repeated what I asked her about her clothes. I guess I am amazed her. She was speechless. I told her that my grandmother told me that. I told her that it still did not excuse her from this fashion fuax par. She laughed and then I told her that I have something that will give a new outlook on life. The only way I was going to give her this boost was if she agreed to spend a day with me. She did and then I showed her what she looked like. I told her that she was too beautiful to look like something throwed away. After three weeks of us spending time together, she asked me to help her plan her funeral and I accepted her proposal.
Now let's fast forward, time is winding down and she asked to write a poem for her and she would like to hear it before her final curtain call. I have writer's block and I have crying alot more because I am going to miss her so much. Her children. her family. all count on me to deliver words that right now has seemed to exscape me. Maybe I am thinking about it to hard.....or I be could stressing out. Either way I think it is time to go meditate with my daddy he always guides my hand when I write.
One Love
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