I only know my father through snippets of stories my mom has told me over the years. When I heard the news My Heart broke into a million pieces. I was surprised at how devastated I was because I never really knew him. Buts that’s wrong. He has always been with me and always will be. I felt a little weird going to NYC because I didn’t know any of the family, but that’s the reason I went in the end. I would like to stop being afraid and be loved by my people. My mom was always very straight up about Maurice. She told me the good and the bad, which I always appreciated. Because that is humanity. It’s the good and the bad. Mistakes are made, but we are all angels in the end. There is a kind of beauty in death. A stripping away of everything that’s inconsequential. The moment, the very moment I found out he had died I vowed to never be afraid of anything ever again. Because fear makes you miss out on beautiful people and beautiful experiences. I’m so glad I got to meet my family. I felt warm and at home.
Maurice is the definition of a rambling man, a Jamaican cowboy traversing time and space. I don’t know if he was ever any of ours, but he will always be with us. Rest in power Daddy.