“Thankful for my first love introducing me to my first platonic love in 1990. Richard told you quite a bit about me and when you finally met me, you treated me like a long lost family member. Discovering I was outlandish as well, strengthened our connection. #StillHurts
My soul cousin, I miss you so. #HBDTupac ” Posted on Social Media: June 16, 2014
Today 19 years ago,
I was out of my mind, I felt a strong chill. Minutes later, a call had confirmed the death of Tupac, my soul cousin. I felt anger and knew I needed to transform it I went to a few people who thought I was nuts (what’s new?) and did not support me. Thank God for John, my friend, who told me that he would help with anything I needed. I told him I mainly needed him to hold my hand and, “Oh yeah, come with me to find a Dove.” Couldn’t find a Dove so, I released a white pigeon. I rang my folks at MTV and asked them to report an impromptu memorial service I would hold at Bryant Park. The only thing they said to me was ” Get a permit so you don’t get arrested.” “I have no permit and I’m not getting one. Fu*k dat.” MTV News (thanks to friends in high places ) announced it several times.
The celebration was well attended and with many candles burning, we discussed Tupac and his authentic nature. I did not verbalize much that day. Vivid memories come and go often. There was a time I would dismiss the memories because the pain was so deep. Now, I embrace them and realize how conscious and mature he was for his age. How much I miss that high level of dialogue, as its really hard to engage people like that these days. I also realize Tupac cared for me just as much as I cared for him. He taught me about true friendship (via many arguments and almost immediate make ups). He made me promise that I would continue to “question the shit outta everything”. He is one of the people who inspired me to start my Non-profit. “Yo, that’s some dope shit Mo, let me know what I can do.” I never did, which I regret. More importantly, Tupac’s opinion of my strong personality was empowering. I wasn’t “manly” in fact, my intense love and passion was of that of a chess-piece-Queen. If you play chess, you know that is a packed statement. The memorial served its purpose as it brought people peacefully together to celebrate a tragic end. It was moving and I won’t say the presence of Pac was felt or anything on the lines of that. Honestly, I was in too much pain to recall much, but, I do remember knowing our memorial moved Ms. Afeni and soothed my soul.
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