THIS IS MY STORY
The weekend started off slow, but overall, it was a good one.
Of course, Friday was Valentine’s Day. No plans, no expectations—so as usual, the day did not disappoint. Ha!
A couple of months ago, I signed up to help clean Houston’s first incorporated Black cemetery: Olivewood Cemetery. I’d been looking forward to it, but late Friday, I got word that it was postponed due to the possibility of heavy rain on Saturday. Of course, Saturday came and went with zero rain on my side of town, but a storm still showed up…
The storm of grief.
With my plans canceled, I woke up early but kept the day low-key. I’ve heard there are five (some say seven) stages of grief—well, one of them definitely hit me on Saturday. Hard. It was one of those rough, emotional days that stretched into the night. But I pressed through—with tears, prayer, and spiritual comfort.
Then something made me laugh. (Because life does that sometimes.)
Sunday was the funday. I met up with my sisterhood—friends and family—for food, wine, and good conversation at Messina Hof Winery. We laughed. We shared. Smiles were plentiful. It was a roundtable of beautiful souls and abundant minds, and my heart was full.
I needed that.
🎵 Song of the Post: A Sleepin’ Bee – Wynton Marsalis
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