I took a break in what was one of the best weekends of the year to visit my dad. I haven’t gone to see him in a minute and I feel like he has been doing things to get at me to remind me of my responsibilities to my family.
Memorial Day weekend was always the official jumpoff. I would work the grill at my parent’s house and fall through several house parties. I would make a stop or two by the Brooklyn Academy of Music for the DanceAfrica festival. There is no greater celebration of Blackness in NYC than the festival at BAM.
I miss talking about politricks with my dad. He loved my ideas of Black Republicanism. He also thought I had enough sneakers. One of his happiest moments was when I consulted with him on my 401k. I just had one of the most perfect weekends at home with C.S. that anyone could hope for and I still miss seeing my dad.
Peace goes out to all the folks that aren’t here whose memories we hold dear. Peace to all the servicemen and servicewomen who have made the ultimate sacrifice so that we can enjoy weekends like the one we just had. Peace to all the gods and the earths.
Really touching post
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I feel you on that, D. I miss my pops as well. He was the gulliest, smartest dude I ever knew. It seemed like he knew everything and then he had a heart attack and everything changed. Pops packed up all his shit and went back home to Honduras because he didn’t wanna die in this country where he was broke so he took his dough and all his shit and lived out his last days on his own terms.
What I wouldn’t give to watch a movie with him while he talks shit about how it isn’t feasible for a 115 pound woman to fire off that many shots from a gun that big without falling on her ass or watching old school boxing matches on Classic Sports Network.
Damn.
One.
to true d….to true!!
I feel that my dude i just lost my pop dukes earlier this year… Tuff thing to digest but we got to keep on living and never forget what they left with us.
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Rest in Peace to your pops. The greatest tribute to his life is the effect he had on you and the way you are able to articulate it to the rest of us.
Salute.
Be proud, Mr. Penn…
your boy grew up and is handlin’ his biz…
I see you out there p-city