Wendy Salaam

Today has been one of the most hectic days all semester. I worked from 12-5 and babysatt from 5:30-12. A full 12 hours of work, plus only being limited to breathing out of one nostral and wearing shoes that are sooo sooo cute but hurt sooo sooo much. I thought since they were flats and Enzo that they would be comfortable, but these feel like theyre from Payless! And I can only imagine what types of markes theyve put on my already not so attractive feet. Oh well...


On a much much more serious note, a member of my family has passed. The first for me in terms of being old enough to understand the emotional ramifications. Wendy Salaam, was the daughter of my sisters father and a beautiful and strong women to admire. My three older sisters know her much more than I do since they grew up with her daughter. I however was born subsequently and did not get to enjoy her in all her spledor half as much as they did. A women who never failed to send a christmas present to the often forgotten, slightly darker, addition to the Brown Girl Trio. For some a christmas present doesnt seem like much but in a family of four with one parent( a MOM who works her butt off for her children) a simple present means so much. Beyond being the first person in my family to pass for me, I feel worst...more like SHIT, for not appreciating this women for her kindness the way I should have. After years of presents and cards and well wishes this women this pass year rushed out on Christmas Eve to get me a present when I unexpedetly dropped by her home with my sister , and me being the silly little self diluted egomaniac has yet to send her a thankyou card for the gift she gave me. I even had the audacity to give it away before I had even thanked her for it. I feel like shit..... I hate to think that she has left this earth without knowing how grateful I am for her kindness. I only hope that my prayers go up and out to her as she goes up to heaven.

To think of how hard I am on my Sorors about making sure that they understand how serious this sisterhood thing is, proclaiming that I have this sisterhood thing down pack, when in reality I let one of my own BLOOD sisters slip by without telling her how much I love her and how much she means to me. I feel horrible. In my family there is no such thing as a half sister....Its blood all the way .

It sucks to have this be the realization that nobody is promised tomorrow. All those cliches about dont put off for tomorrow what you can do today are true, theyre not just clever statements for your parents to annoy you with.

Wendy, may you rest in peace, I love you

I might not have ever said it, I might not have ever shown it, but hopefully now you know it.



Peace Yall