Feeling the empty bottom of the sea of  loss, survived my husbands sudden death, I know about the heavy, I pray for those who grieve this day, let it roll over you like a wave from the ocean, because loving others can bring this type of pain.

I listened to his spins but I wasn't an full throttle honest fan, been busy surviving this hard time, seems like life has a way of reminding us poor kids grown of each other, who knew?

The city of LA night buzzing late with the flight of helicopters keeping the city tight, checking in line the gangs potential,  Some felt safe but all I felt was there’s another good man dead.

When you grow up in extreme poverty there’s two ways to go some remain street mean petty selfish jaded and others hearts filled with love try to help others up and out from being held down and we always seem to lose them first.

When you grow up in extreme poverty there’s few people that actually look you in the eye and greet you with respect and when we lose somebody that got up and out that’s giving back from the true heart? That’s a loss void that his entire community will feel for years on .

​Some people are truly blessed by God get out of extreme poverty with music talent I never had I used my love of healing to get out of poverty but I’m never far away from those memories of struggle.
​I feel other’s loss this day as the ocean of grieving carries them away.