Beloved.
It doesn’t happen often, especially to those whose dreams are deferred.
It came to an end the way it was supposed to: on his terms. For so many years, it seemed as though that wasn’t the plan and wasn’t the way it was going to happen. The ‘‘man plans, God laughs’’ theory seemed to extend itself to a certain level of cruelty when it came to his career. With him being the one who had to laugh to stop from crying.
‘‘Pooh.’’ Our own. He of we.
The Rose who rose through the cracks of our Chicago concrete disguised as a magnet that traps so many of us when it comes to finding our version of freedom.