My brother has been forever a touchy subject. It was to the point where I had it rehearsed when people asked what happen to him? How did he pass?
Making that post was not easy. I literally fought with God with sharing something that was nobodies business.
Who am I to tell God no? Who am I to hold the answer to what may have been to someone’s prayer. How selfish of me? I’m not sure who it was for and why He decided now, but I know it reached you.
Mr. Ty, who I will refer to often, asked me to write a letter to my brother. My 1st response was oh naw, I can’t do that! That’s to hard. He said, it’s okay, you may not be able to do it now but you can tomorrow, just think about.
I wrote my letter a week after he asked me to. I was afraid of a breakdown. I was nervous of what will happen after but I tried it and it ended up being a book.
It wasn’t a goodbye letter, just a letter to update him on where I am in life all the way back to our last conversation. I can’t explain how it helped but it did. I’ve written 3 letters to him since then. If you asked me I don’t know where those letters are. I don’t remember which book or phone I put it in. At the same time I won’t look for it. It’ll come across my path again when I need it.
It may not be writting letters for you but maybe a song, create a dance, a beat, or a painting. Give it try, you never know.
When you do, get in contact with me. I would like to hear about it. Let’s celebrate together.