I have only ever had one uncle my entire life. But when James and my uncle, whose name was ironically also James became friends, it felt like I had gained a bonus uncle. As a young Black girl living in Houston, having two strong men to guide me, laugh with me, and sometimes even get on my nerves was truly a blessing. If one made me mad, I could always call the other just to vent or say something silly.
But beyond the jokes and little moments, we shared so many meaningful memories long talks, laughing over hookah, going over life situations, and me always feeling like their “little mini side kick.” Those were times filled with love, wisdom, and genuine connection that I will carry with me forever.
Today, my heart is heavy, but I know in time I will be okay. My prayers are with his family. Angelica, we love you, and please know how deeply he loved you.
It hurts knowing that the simple things will never be the same like ordering him a Coke or a ginger ale because he didn’t drink, or teasing him because he would never order his own hookah and always made me do it. So today, James, we’re still ordering that Little 66 Vanilla just for you.
Thank you for coming into my life and being such an amazing presence. Thank you for the laughter, the guidance, and the love. Rest peacefully. Keep watching over all of us. You will always be missed and forever remembered. 💙