April 29th is always such a weird day to remember. Before 2003 it held no significance, was just another day. It’s so wild how one day, a day that means nothing, can really hold such memories, especially when they aren’t the best ones. I sometimes refer to this day as Geraldine’s Day, but its the anniversary of her death. 21 Years Ago was the last time I laid eyes on my parent. The last day I touched her hands, hugged her, was in her presence. I have lived for 21 years without the person who gave a fuck about me. When I think back, I really cant believe it. Still cant believe it.
I used to wonder if she was proud of me. Of my life choices. Of where I was, whenever I was thinking that thought. Of who I had become as a person, as a woman. Of how I decided to live my life. I do think she would be proud of who I am. How I carry myself, and how I don’t look like ANYTHING I’ve been thru. Cuz y’all I’ve been through some shit.
Every year my niece and I do something. And this year is no difference, I’ll be in Charlotte celebrating in whatever way. Last year it was a Tea Experience in New York. If all we did, was eat cereal in the house, that would be more than enough for me.
Tristan Jonez.
Jonez, Where We Going? 