So now that I’ve shared some of the drama regarding my mom’s funeral and her first postmortem birthday, I want to take it back to what I would consider the core of the drama , which really started from childhood “beef” with my mother’s great niece. And before I get into this… I know some of y’all might be wondering why I’m just now speaking on this in 2026. Truth is, I was hoping for a better relationship with my family since I lost my entire immediate family. I tried to move past it, stay quiet, and protect my peace, but some things don’t go away, they just sit. And I’ve reached a point where I’m done carrying it in silence. And to be real… I’ve also been told recently that my name is still being dragged in the mud by the same people. So at this point, I’d rather speak for myself than keep hearing about it from others. For some backstory, my mother only had two kids, my sister, who is now deceased, and me. Like I mentioned, my sister struggled with mental illness for most o...
If you read my other blog post, you know that my mother died a few days after Mother’s Day in May. Her birthday is in September. I celebrated her first birthday in heaven in my front yard with a small group of family that I invited through a public post on Instagram. I didn’t share my address, but I left the invite open. I expected the family members who knew where I lived to come and they did. But there was one surprise guest. A real surprise, because she didn’t message me and didn’t know where I live. It was my cousin’s best friend. Let’s call my cousin “ Ashanti” , and her best friend T. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it. I was honestly overjoyed by the support. I knew she had lost her mother a decade or two ago, so I figured she understood the pain I was feeling. T was one of the first people to arrive, so I greeted her and told her to make herself at home. I noticed her looking around, observing my space, the certificates on the wall, but I didn’t t...