Ode to a Great Black Man

Hello, I know it has been awhile since I have posted anything. My life has been quite hectic lately. I had decided to finally release what I feel. I lost my father due to a heart attack on July 30, 2007. His death was sudden and it is still a shock to us all. I loved my father dearly. He was a very positive influence in my life. My father taught me to always be myself, that it was ok to make mistakes as long as you learned from them, to live life to its fullest. He always made sure that my brother and I was always exposed to all different aspects of life. He believed in having a firm education but also teaching that it is up to you to expand on it.

Dont just settle, is what my father always said.

He believed in taking care of his family and home first. Everyday I saw my father get up, select his outfit ( for my father was a very sharp dresser), made sure everything was ok for the day before he left for work. Even after my parents were divorced he still made sure that things where ok. My father didnt like for his family to worry. He would find away to get things done. My father was a strong black man. He was not weak. You hear those stories about how some black men are not active in their childrens' lives. Those who know me well have seen first hand how my father was intricate part of my life. For major decisions, yes I would consult my father and he would give his view point, but the decision was mine.

Im not going to lie. I miss my father. He will always be remembered. He might be gone but his memory will live on.