here’s what life’s been like the last couple weeks: i’ve been so high-functioning i haven’t dropped into a version of grief that i recognize yet (couple notes on that in my story highlight). my place is covered in flowers and i would like it to remain that way please and thanks. been finding music daddy produced that i’d never heard (like the song on this reel. killing!) i’ve become more insular and VERY sensitive to voices - especially if i haven’t talked to you in the last couple weeks. asking for grace if i haven’t responded to your voice text or voicemail; i’ve not been able to listen yet 🫠🥴. been witnessing miracles in my family bonds that i didn’t think i’d get to experience in my lifetime. i like how @laur_bailey put it: as i “hold grief in one hand, celebration in the other”, this past weekend was the sweetest birthday i’ve ever had. my prayer gang has been saving my LIFE (i love y’all 😭🌹🫂). my ☀️ and i have been incredibly supported. daddy’s been killing it as an ancestor in training so far. a true alchemist. my intuition has dialed up hella notches. sleep schedule is trash. working on it. the flowers placed on the altar the day daddy died lasted over 2 weeks. i gave the petals to my tree friends yesterday to say thanks (they’ve been so kind to me). my siblings and i have been navigating shock, but that andrews poise and class is coming throuuuuugh 💎. i’m so proud of my lineage. this funeral is about to be LIT! i dunno if people still say “lit”. i am getting old. but LA, we finna show out.