Lately I have been thinking a lot about death. And not really in a morbid way just contemplating the complexities of death. Even though I am close to 40 years old, I haven't experienced an extreme amount of up close death. My first real experience with death came when I was 7 years old. My family and I was living in Okinawa, Japan during that time. I can't really remember how I used to get home after school but I do remember the day both of my parents picked my sister and I up from school. It was certainly out of the ordinary for this to happen and they didn't look very happy. We walked out of school in virtual silence and then they told us grandpa died and we have to go to Texas. I didn't understand right away because I was looking forward to seeing my family, it had been almost two years since playing with my childhood cousins. For that I was excited. Plus it meant being out of school for two weeks. I slept through most of my grandfather's funeral on tha...
Keep It Sybil is the life and times of a 40 something young, mother, hip hop lover and so many other descriptions I may love and hate simultaneously, at times.