THE TRIBE

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 heart sank, and my mouth dropped. I was speechless.

"Miko?! Are you there? Baby girl, I know this is a lot to digest, but there is more." I tried to catch my breath as I asked my dad about the cause of death. He explained that Uncle Seymour had died from complications of the heart and that they were in the process of working through his will. He had left all his investments, wealth, estates, and currency to me. Over 3.9 million dollars in cash alone that was not including the value of the estates and investments. Uncle Seymour was a widow and had never remarried, so whatever estates he and Aunt Marie had accrued were also included.

"Dad? Are you sure? I know Uncle Seymour never had any kids of his own, but I never thought that he would think so highly of me." He was one of my favorites, and I loved him dearly. Wow, even in death, this man had made an oath to self to look out for me, and he never mentioned a word.

"I know you are in the midst of your tribal journey, but baby, you gotta come home. We have to straighten all this out. You have to meet with his attorneys and sign paperwork and at the least, pay your respects to Uncle Seymour." My dad was right, but how? Why now? Here I was questioning my fate and path. This journey is not just about me but those who I have attracted throughout my life. Every player has their role, and the stage has long been set. Once again, I'm reminded of this critical detail. I collected myself and responded to my father accordingly.

"Dad, is there any way I can call and set up a meeting with the attorney next week? I'm already en route to Honduras. I just got off the plane, and I'm headed to the village now. I need at least a few days to reschedule my flight." My dad was hesitant with his response and reluctantly gave me the attorney's contact information. He said that he would tell him to expect my call. I knew then that whatever lay ahead in Honduras was only a catapult for what was to come.

"Alright, Dad, I'll call him right away. I'll call you guys every day until I leave, I promise. Give Mom my love and let her know I'll be home soon. As soon as my flight's rescheduled, I'll call you with the details and Dad, no worries. I love you, and everything is going to be ok." I knew my father was worried about how the family would see him and his daughter now that Uncle Seymour had made this loving offering to his great-niece overlooking all those that had come before her.

"Alright, baby girl. I'll talk to you soon take care. Love you." "Love you too, Dad!" As I hung up the phone, all I could do was sit there and process all that had just happened. As I arrived at the village, Nadia stood at the entrance waiting all smiles ready to hit the streets. I stepped out of the van, and as soon as she saw me, she knew something was wrong. Our trip was not supposed to go like this. We have to make the best of what we have and thrive at this moment. She hugged me so tight.

"Miko, is everything alright?" I couldn't even bring myself to speak; I just busted out in tears as she held me in her arms. Nadia always has a way to know what to do and say at all the right times. "Miko, you're going to get through this. The love and grief you feel are all apart of this process.
Come' on, let's go to our room, and you can tell me all about it." The journey continues...

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