No one writes here or probably comes to this page anymore. Last thing was written nearly 18 years ago now. But you would’ve been a grandpa now. I keep thinking of you lately while I hold my baby, and get closer to the age you were when you passed.
You have a grandson.
Me and Khayman have done so good. You’d be so proud of khayman, he’s so smart, but that’s what everyone raves about, he’s more than smart I think he’s just a genuinely amazing kid. Khayman is 18 now, he’s going to graduate this year, top of his class. He’s in JROTC and he loves it, and he’s picked a college.
I tattoo like you used to and I have your old machines. They don’t run like I’m sure the used to but I’ve got some amazing new ones. Part of me wants to wish you’re out there just ghosting around, able to watch us grow.
That’s the part of me that’s a parent now, knowing how scary it must’ve been to even for a split fraction of moment know, you might never see us again.
Me and Khayman were never without a “dad” we don’t call him dad but a man named Josh that you once knew came into our lives years after we lost you. He’s been an amazing figure for us, he’s helped us and supported us like a dad should since we lost you. But he’s never once expected to be given the rights or the title of dad.
I don’t know why I felt compelled to write here, today. It’s March 15th 2023 and it just all seems so odd to have you be so close to us but yet somehow a total stranger. I still miss you even though I didn’t know you. I wish you could’ve met my son, your grandson. His name is Josiah and he’s grown so fast. He’s 9 months now, and 25lbs, crawls and climbs like a pro.
It’s crazy how different the world is.
