Here I am no longer able to go on and it’s all because of one man’s stupidity. My family shouldn't have to be faced with this tragedy for we were doing just fine living like we ought to be.
I watched my mom as she came in to visit me day after day and I know it wasn't easy. She tried to stay strong and believe I’d pull through this never once showing any signs of weakness. At times I wanted to reach out and touch her face, open my mouth to let her know that I loved her and appreciate the support, but my body was weak, and though my lips formed the words, my voice I couldn't find to speak.
My pops, who was also my best friend, the foundation that keep us together for once in his life, looked like he was defeated by the sight of me laying motionless on the hospital bed. I know that he was anything but weak and it hurt my heart to know that my words couldn't comfort him, and I wish for one last time to speak just so I could let him know that I will be free.
I watch my siblings and I know that it isn't going to be easy for them. I know that they will have it hard and I wish to God I can mend their breaking hearts. I know they would all choose dealing with me though that it was sometimes hard over having to grieve the loss of a dead brother. I pray that father you will give them the strength to go on with life and help them understand that my time on earth is done.
I can’t stand the sight of my brothers from the different mothers the Lord blessed my life with, for I know that my thugz will be missing their homie. One less soldier on their battle field but one more added to jah army to protect them. The bond we have will never be broken and Lord I ask that you please help them understand that though I am not there in the flesh, our friendship will always remain.
I am glad I rode with my brothers till the end.
I know that if love could have healed my bruised body I’d be walking out of that hospital from the minute my body touched the bed. If prayer, support and courage could have saved my life my family would have been celebrating my life as oppose to preparing for my funeral.
I am one pillar taken from my family’s foundation and I will never know why, but I know that the Lord has plans for me. I will be putting together the dream house that I knew someday would be ours and wait patiently till we are all united again in the father’s homeland.
The tears that they cry will build the flowing river that will someday serve as the passage way to heaven’s gate so until that time I will ask that everyone take comfort in knowing that my 16 years were well lived and the memories I gave to everyone will be theirs to cherish in remembrance of me.
This is me Kweisi Clark, gone from this life but we will meet again in the afterlife.
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