Left home today and all that I have ever known, had to say good bye today to my family and my friends. My friends threw me a “Bon Voyage” BBQ Saturday and I have to say it was very touching. I try to surround myself with good people but I was blessed with great ones. Although the mood was festive there was that lingering feeling of sorrow, of not knowing if I would ever see them again and vise versa. C money, Juju boo and I stayed in front of Steve´s fire until close to 2 am. I guess I just wanted that day to last as long as possible. Yesterday, I went back to Steve’s house to pick up letters of support from friends hopeful that their words would bring me back home sooner rather than later or not at all. It was kind of the price of admission to the party “bring a letter letting the government know how good Fatima is and get a free meal”. When Stevie boy handed me those letters and I hugged him good bye I could not help but cry. I asked him to pray even if he never had before. Hell, I’ve never prayed and I find myself on my knees hoping that there is something or someone else out there who can bring me home. Now I am asking others to do what I can’t do for myself. It hit me…I am leaving and there is a possibility that I will never be in this place again with these people. A lifetime of work and love and I have to say good bye to all of it. So today, I hit the road hopeful that my journey will lead me back to the place I have called home for over 23 years.
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