Went to my last grand-baby’s birthday party yesterday…ALL the Dads were there — and it was BEAUTIFUL!
It’s crazy — I knew ALL those dads when they were young — and now I get to hang with their BABIES — pure BLISS!
It blew my mind that I knew ALL their asses growin’ up (and trust me, I shared that with all their kids!). We talked about how Jon and Alan’s Mom would be huntin’ their asses down, bangin’ on doors and jackin’ their asses out. We talked about how they never forgot how I asked them what their dreams were, and when they shared, I told them, “DO that shit!” And they’re ALL doin’ the damned thing (Que said, I’ll never forget what you told me when you asked, “What do you want to do, Son? His answer was, “Make music.”) Fam, right now, — he’s a Sangin’, ass Boriqueño, building a studio in his home!). He talked about going to Meow Wolf and seeing my oldest son in a permanent installation about the “Chitlin Circuit” and sayin’ “Hey, I know that guy!
We talked about how they missed seeing me and how their kids had grown up in our house here, jumpin’ on my bed until I said, “Oh, hayell no — not on my bed!” We talked about Miss Deborah (that’s what they all call me) — and it was a beautiful thing.
My Baby’s got GREAT FRIENDS. Uncle David drove down from Houston, and Uncle Que and family drove down from Austin for my grandson’s third birthday party; while his local San Anonio friends and their kids represented. What a wonderful day! My damned heart is full, cuz I know they’re living and passing down the love AND the stories. And it was all good…