Monday, November 15, 2004

R.I.P. Tonya" Dayo" Bailey.

R.I.P. O.D.B.

The number of spirit crossings this year is a testament to these aging days. As a child I viewed thirty as ancient. When I began to approach thirty, I recognized that though my years were increasing , I perceived myself as youthful. In the wake of those who are in my age group returning to the essence, I find my spirit conflicted about it all. At thirty, I am a proficient writer who still has not learned how to type. Go fiqure! But for the first time, I am not guilt ridden. I am what I am. I am just happy to be at all on a day like this.

Dayo will be funeralized on Saturday, November 20 @ 11:30 a.m @ 15th Avenue in Nashville. She is the second writer-sister-friend that has been taken by cancer this year (Katrina "K-Luv" Lewis returned in February). These occurances make it all so real to me...this thing we know to be 'life'. As a parent, it hits me so hard every time I find myself facing death. Which crossed my path last night...& the night before. It's only prayer that keeps them from ringing my neck.

See me & Magnificent below: