African American

Too many memories you've conjured up. I wish my parents were alive to hear of your multi-generational fun. It seems like a small thing but something we enjoyed like magic almost on a daily basis. I remember the grand kids saying to their African grandapa, "You killed it but why do you make those crazy faces when you're dancing?" He said, "There's nothing pretty about killing something." And "You better dance like Everybody is watching! How are you going to get any good at it???" Or my mom, on her doctor trips butt dancing to old school rap, always saying I grew up with you kids. "Thank God for hip-hop!"

They were the two grooviest people I've ever known and I thank you, again, for sharing your mom and grand-mom with me because I can experience the laughter and be right there in joy as if it was happening now. And that's a blessing. Thank you so much