First off, my article about my son, my dad and I was finally published here. It seems like a long time ago, but I hope it is still a good read.

Sticking with the same theme of fathers and son(stay with me now), I watched the BET awards last night. Now normally, I steer clear of such shows because they are simply based on fluff, but on I decided to let loose a bit and watch the event with a friend of mine while we dined and sipped on fine wine, and yes I am inclined to rhyme when its the right time.(I couldn't resist being corny here my apologies). Anyway, at one point during the show, there was a tribute to Gerald Levert, and I had to watch his father Eddie Levert sing along with Patti Labelle, Gladys Knight and Yolanda Adams. But my main focus was on Eddie. I have NO idea how he was able to sing a song on stage, that he had sung with his now deceased son. I also have no idea how devastating it must be to out live a child that I created. In that article above, I wrote about how important and fun it is to pass on to your children, what your parents have taught you, so that they can eventually do the same. So I have no idea how it feels to do just that, only to have you son or daughter pass prematurely..in this case at 39 I believe. I'm sure he's happy to have shared time, sang songs, and raise a man, but at the same time Eddie Levert has to be thinking damn, why am I still here and he's not. Or perhaps this is another example of me making more of this than it really is, although I didn't feel like that while I was watching last night. It was powerful stuff.

So between now and next Friday, God willing of course, I will have determined if I'm going to stay in this area, or move to Chicago, I will have a more permanent place to stay, and I will have yet another article published about the NBA draft. If and when I pull all that off, I will impose a moratorium on sad and depressing blog entries for awhile.

I'd Have You Anytime - George Harrison