Queen's Korner

Surprise It had only been a week since I had returned from Honduras. I wasn't in the right state of mind with Uncle Seymour's passing and all. It didn't help that I had to leave Nadia behind with our new friend Miguel. What else could go wrong? The sounds of Lucky Daye's song 'roll some mo' began to play lowly and increased as my phone rang. I answered it reluctantly. "Hello," I didn't pay attention to the number displayed; I just answered, and when I heard his voice, I wish I hadn't. It was my ex, Daniel. What could he possibly want from me at a time like this? "Miko, hey bae. I heard you were back in town. Sorry to hear about your Uncle Seymour. I was in the neighborhood and wondered if I could drop by. It's been a long time since we've seen each other, and I figured you could use a friend." What the hell was he on? "Uh, actually Daniel, I'm not in the mood for you nor your shenanigans. I have a lot to deal...

Reflections I couldn't believe it! Uncle Seymour was gone! The family will be in disarray now. He was the glue that held us together after Papa passed ten years ago. Nadia was hell-bent on getting me to cheer up and enjoy the one week I had left in Honduras. She was not letting up at all. "Miko! Come' on cheer up sis. I'm here for you, I promise, but I do know Uncle Seymour would want you to live in the moment and enjoy your life in the present. Right?" "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just I never expected to be in this place at this moment, ya know." Nadia grabbed my hand and placed it in hers. "I understand, truly, I do.  I felt the same way when my Aunt Trudy passed away." I had a flashback of Trudy and Nadia; they were inseparable. Trudy didn't have any kids, and well Nadia was her daughter and niece. Trudy lost her battle with cancer a few years back. I knew Nadia could sympathize with me; I just felt it was all too ov...

The Road to Honduras  My parents had been trying to contact me for the longest. I don't know how I managed to miss several of their calls, but they finally made contact. My dad was quite hysterical when I answered the call. "Miko, where the hell have you been? Your Mother and I have been trying to call you for days. You could've sent a message." Of course, I felt my dad was exaggerating because Mother knew I made initial contact when I made it to Aruba and then again when I was on my way to Jamaica, but I guess it has been a while since then. "Ok, Dad, I apologize I'll do better to stay in touch. What's all the fuss about anyway?" "Your great Uncle Seymour passed away a week or so ago. It was unexpected, and of course, you know you're his only great-niece." What?! Uncle Seymour? Oh, no! I had just thought about him before I began my venture. He always encouraged me to be true to thyself and live my most authentic life. My hea...