9 years ago on September 12th, 2013 my family and i lost one of the most caring, loving, realest, outspoken, motivational, friend, gangster, husband and father. (And i know gangster sounds ghetto but if you knew my dad you really knew he was about that street life) so here’s some information that’s personal about me. I wasn’t raised by my real father and i never cared to ask where he was or why he isn’t in my life. I know i just needed my mother in my life (didn’t care for both parents if you know what i mean). This man right here my step dad was in my life since i was a youth (i want to say like 7 or 8 years old i can’t remember) He changed my mothers life, he had children with my mother, he left the streets alone and raised a family (even with the children that wasn’t his) i champion my step dad cause he raised me like i was his own blood. He never said once i wasn’t his child and i personally respect that. He taught me many life lessons with out having to say them. He taught my how to be independent. He taught me how to be a provider. He taught me to be a better him... My mother side of the family loved him. 9 years ago today i didn’t stop pushing for greatness i am happy that my dad is looking down at me smiling. He may be gone but he still here with me every step i take and still teaching me with out me even being here. He wasn’t a drinker but he would have champagne on his birthday or on my parents anniversary or New Years Eve. (Probably makes sense why i only drink champagne now that i think about it) so today at 7:30pm (that’s crazy right he died at 7:30pm and his street name was CRAZY) i will be pouring out some champagne for my pops in his memory. 💙 Hear me out real quick there’s gonna be certain people that come in to your life for a reason. May work out for the good May work out for the bad. Life is about “lessons” and “chances” - Dad