I wonder what people will say when I am gone? So I wrote my own eulogy. I thought about this at a funeral I attended today.

A letter to a woman who means so very much to me.

I lost my grandmother on Sept. 19, 2009, that woman was one of a kind. She was a fighter, teacher, and loved everyone, but most importantly she loved God.

A short poem that I would like to share with you.

Excerpt from the novel “The Silent Crying Drum” By Asha Oshun Mali.

Entry for a poetry contest…

Just some rantings while dealing with a blue day.

Sometimes those on earth are the truly dead.

What I hope it’s like when I die.

Based on my full-blown near death experience from 1981: part 1.