“Not to be dramatic, but every day after Oct. 14 has been the saddest days of my life. Can’t believe one of my little brothers died. We had our issues, but I loved him so much and never saw his death coming.”
Those are the words that I wrote on Oct. 25, 2023 — three days after my birthday, 10 days after Boo Boo died, and one day after his funeral — but never managed to post here. I guess I wasn’t ready. I’m still so fucking sad but I feel like my grief is a little more manageable. Like, it doesn’t overwhelm or surprise me like it did a few weeks ago. Now I can feel it coming and… I just allow it to. I let the tears flow, fall, and whatever else they wanna do. And I let myself sniffle, squeal, and whatever else I need to do.
This sucks. There are two things about his death that make me smile, though: he passed in our childhood room with our mom and little brother nearby and he passed during me and our little brother’s birthday month. Now we all share October and that brings me some sort of peace.
Anyways, fuck you 2023. 2024, bitch, you betta be on you p’s and q’s. 🤞🏾 Please let this be a soft year for me, my family, and whoever is reading this (unless they’re an asshole 😈). Happy New Year, y’all!
EnShanté 
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