Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
April's Flowers and Showers
It's been a whirlwind of emotions since I last wrote something for this blog. Ideas have been swirling, but only now have I had a moment to try catching them.
My birthday celebration aka season began in earnest on April 11. I'm grateful to all who made it special now and whenever I travel to see others over the summer.
The offical celebration of my poetry book, "Sensual Sounds" at the Racine Library was an excellent day. Seeing family and friends enjoy the words I worked hard to breathe life into, is still hard to put into words. I feel so blessed as I begin the journey of sharing "Sensual Sounds" in both expected and unexpected ways.
But the rush to share my latest accomplishments diminshed by one. My beloved cousin, Bill West, died of cancer April 3. The private pain I always struggle with is that of seeing the twinkle of happiness in my parents's eyes. They were the first to hold my school diplomas, published articles and so many other honors.
My cousin Bill was always a part of these joyous celebrations since my birth. He, too, had that proud twinkle elders give the young. For example, when my father made the decision to drive from my small hometown of Racine to big New York City the year I interned at 'Essence' magazine, Bill not only loaned his van, but came along for the trip. The memories I have of that drive, along with who cried the most when it was time Dad and Bill to leave, are priceless.
Bill's role in my life and that of my two brothers became larger after both my parents died The one thing he was determined to do was see us suceed. He celebrated our accomplishments, but the question of what's next was always there as it was when my parents were alive.
Saying goodbye to Bill has only just begun. The angels received another good man when Bill took his last breath on earth.I still find myself wanting to rush and show him "Sensual Sounds". But I hear his voice whispering "What's next, Marcie?"
My birthday celebration aka season began in earnest on April 11. I'm grateful to all who made it special now and whenever I travel to see others over the summer.
The offical celebration of my poetry book, "Sensual Sounds" at the Racine Library was an excellent day. Seeing family and friends enjoy the words I worked hard to breathe life into, is still hard to put into words. I feel so blessed as I begin the journey of sharing "Sensual Sounds" in both expected and unexpected ways.
But the rush to share my latest accomplishments diminshed by one. My beloved cousin, Bill West, died of cancer April 3. The private pain I always struggle with is that of seeing the twinkle of happiness in my parents's eyes. They were the first to hold my school diplomas, published articles and so many other honors.
My cousin Bill was always a part of these joyous celebrations since my birth. He, too, had that proud twinkle elders give the young. For example, when my father made the decision to drive from my small hometown of Racine to big New York City the year I interned at 'Essence' magazine, Bill not only loaned his van, but came along for the trip. The memories I have of that drive, along with who cried the most when it was time Dad and Bill to leave, are priceless.
Bill's role in my life and that of my two brothers became larger after both my parents died The one thing he was determined to do was see us suceed. He celebrated our accomplishments, but the question of what's next was always there as it was when my parents were alive.
Saying goodbye to Bill has only just begun. The angels received another good man when Bill took his last breath on earth.I still find myself wanting to rush and show him "Sensual Sounds". But I hear his voice whispering "What's next, Marcie?"
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