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Today I Remember

6 Feb

First I want to congratulate the New York Giants for winning the Super Bowl and both teams giving us a good game, particularly in terms of defense.  I also want to shout out Madonna for putting so many women of color dancers to work last night and featuring two very different female emcees.  I must say I wasn’t very surprised by all the crotch shots, particularly after having watched a Nicki Minaj video marathon, but I was shocked by M.I.A’s “da Brat moment.”  I’m assuming she was giving the U.S. the finger because she was previously banned from entering the country.  Either way, good times, good food, good beer, a good end to the weekend.

The beginning of the weekend was not so good.  I went to the memorial service for childhood peer, Stacey English, the beautiful Atlanta woman who was missing for nearly a month.  Stacey English

Her body was found in the woods.  She was my age.  She had been in my class in elementary school.  I attended the service with my mother, who attended church with Stacey and is close friends with Stacey’s godmother. The entire time I simply wanted to leave the room where her closed casket was placed.  I did not know what to say to her parents.  I knew if I allowed my feelings to rise to the surface I would lose control and all of the fears and anxieties I hold daily would spill over.  So I stayed quiet and comforted my mother.

For a while I thought this was the first time someone close to me had been murdered.  It amazes me how much the brain can suppress until triggered.  Well Stacey’s death was certainly a trigger because I remember now.  I remember the last memorial service I attended for Jason Bowser, a high school student who was shot in his car.  I remember Johnny Johnson, a senior in high school who committed suicide thinking he might be sent to prison for stealing a pair of sneakers.  I remember Brandon Williams, a senior in high school who was shot at a high school football game.  I remember Sharon Davis, my stepmother who was shot during my father’s basketball game when I was eight years old.

I often think how blessed or privileged I am that I have not suffered as I believe others do.  Upon reflection I think I do not allow myself to suffer, which means that when it is time to feel I do everything possible to avoid it.  This is not self-care this is denial.  Last week I cried because I saw a powerful connection in my work, but it was not tears of joys, it was just uncontrollable tears.  I know tears are for healing, but I rarely feel I have time for my own tears.  Today I choose to cry.  Today I choose to heal.  Today I remember.

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6 Responses to “Today I Remember”

  1. mdotshaw February 6, 2012 at 8:05 AM #

    Choosing to take care of yourself is one of the hardest things to do. I am sorry for your loss…

  2. Cheryl February 6, 2012 at 9:10 AM #

    Cheryl

    I am so sorry for your loss. In the span of two years, I lost my oldest and my middle sister. No day since has been the same. I continue to live, work and achieve, but I miss them something terrible. I will put on music and let the tears flow (or dance, as my sister’s and I loved to dance). My condolences to you and to Stacey’s family. Be well.

  3. New Black Woman February 6, 2012 at 9:16 AM #

    Thanks for sharing your story. I live in the metro Atlanta area and this story is one of those that’s stuck with me. From what I can recall, police are still trying to figure out if she died of foul play. I think the last story I read stated there were no clear indications on her body of how she died.

  4. itzadundeal February 6, 2012 at 4:39 PM #

    Words cannot express how touching this entry is- it is the FIRST in almost a year of reading this blog that actually moved me to tears/introspection/reflection. My condolences to you my dear.

    1LUV

  5. sheridf February 7, 2012 at 7:34 PM #

    @ Cheryl. I am so sad for your losses. I love that you seek healing through remembrance that also includes a recognition of body memories. Some connections cannot be expressed in words, movement is healing. Thank you for reminding me and others. I’m sending you virtual hugs and I affirm that you have a collective to support you in your healing. Peace.

  6. Tina February 9, 2012 at 1:33 AM #

    I’m sorry for your loss as well. Remembering helps us heal, and it also helps us rejuvenate, remembering how strong we are, as well as how far we’ve come. Thank you for sharing.

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