Cold Truth
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RIP, Diedra Williams
wow... i dont know what to say... this woman has literally known mye my entire life... since i was a baby. i've known her, roughly half that time. she was a good friend of my moms whne i was a baby till about 5... and then we momved and that was that.
when i was thirteen, i met a girl named shauncey. it waqs basically me, her, and 2 other girls. that was our little group. yes, i was the only guy. shauncey brought me over, and diedra recognized me right off the jump. she have me this huge hug and i was like "what the hell, i dont know this person" then she started elling me stories about my mom and another friend of theirs i know still; i went home and asked my mom and she told me all about her.
anyhow.. shauncey became a very good friend... and when everything erally got chaotic at my houise, which was often, shauncey would tell me to come stay at her spot... and i did... diedra was the type that her refrigerator was always open, and if you asked you were made to look like a fool- because you already knew the drill. her house was always open. i lived there i dont know how many times throughout the years. throughout my runaway years, awol from the foster care system, that was the place i rested my head, filled my belly, and even got some church in me from time to time. nothing but encouraging words, ALWAYS, no mater how pissed ff i was at whatever... she had something positive to say... "God will work this out".... "Just be patient son, things will turn up" "pray for him, dont hate him..."
she loved to hear my music, even if it was a rought draft beat that sounded like shit... and when would brag on all her kids and grand kids to people, i was in that conversatrion. i was her son... and she treated me like it... you know how most situations, where you got one kid who is "like" family but isnt relly family, at the end of the day,. he isnt treated like family.. he doesnt get the same benefit, usually... but it wasnt like that. i had the same rules, the same expectations. nothing different. at all.
yeah, she was obnoxious. she was LOUD. and i do mean LOUD. marvin gaye, all night, EVERY FUCKING NIGHT for god knows how long! i hated it... you could hear the shit walking up the driveway, and just knew i wasnt getting any sleep that night. she would argue about things and defend her point to the death even if she was factually wrong- and proven so. irritating as all hell. she didnt talk... she screamed... and if she was passionate about the subject/. FORGET it. you aint winning shit. ha. have fun if she catches your ass with a dirty room... and dirty meant that shit wasnt scrubbed from head to toe with lysol. tb dusty? everything else could be spotless, your shit aint clean! you could curse, ven though she did it constantly.
and she loved everyone, unless she couldnt stand em... lol...
i just moved out of there in january.. .i only went back to see her once, though in hindsight... i knew she was sick... i didnt think it was like this thuogh... i havent got the details yet.... i feel horrible about that, i always said thank you but i never did express how much she meant to me- to her, that is. everyone else knows, anyone i talk to about her knows... but she didnt. i dontknow,. maybe she did. i'll remember her forever though... she's gone home and i'm happy for her.....
*turns up her favorite song, that marvin gaye live cd that i copied to my hard drive..*
wow... i dont know what to say... this woman has literally known mye my entire life... since i was a baby. i've known her, roughly half that time. she was a good friend of my moms whne i was a baby till about 5... and then we momved and that was that.
when i was thirteen, i met a girl named shauncey. it waqs basically me, her, and 2 other girls. that was our little group. yes, i was the only guy. shauncey brought me over, and diedra recognized me right off the jump. she have me this huge hug and i was like "what the hell, i dont know this person" then she started elling me stories about my mom and another friend of theirs i know still; i went home and asked my mom and she told me all about her.
anyhow.. shauncey became a very good friend... and when everything erally got chaotic at my houise, which was often, shauncey would tell me to come stay at her spot... and i did... diedra was the type that her refrigerator was always open, and if you asked you were made to look like a fool- because you already knew the drill. her house was always open. i lived there i dont know how many times throughout the years. throughout my runaway years, awol from the foster care system, that was the place i rested my head, filled my belly, and even got some church in me from time to time. nothing but encouraging words, ALWAYS, no mater how pissed ff i was at whatever... she had something positive to say... "God will work this out".... "Just be patient son, things will turn up" "pray for him, dont hate him..."
she loved to hear my music, even if it was a rought draft beat that sounded like shit... and when would brag on all her kids and grand kids to people, i was in that conversatrion. i was her son... and she treated me like it... you know how most situations, where you got one kid who is "like" family but isnt relly family, at the end of the day,. he isnt treated like family.. he doesnt get the same benefit, usually... but it wasnt like that. i had the same rules, the same expectations. nothing different. at all.
yeah, she was obnoxious. she was LOUD. and i do mean LOUD. marvin gaye, all night, EVERY FUCKING NIGHT for god knows how long! i hated it... you could hear the shit walking up the driveway, and just knew i wasnt getting any sleep that night. she would argue about things and defend her point to the death even if she was factually wrong- and proven so. irritating as all hell. she didnt talk... she screamed... and if she was passionate about the subject/. FORGET it. you aint winning shit. ha. have fun if she catches your ass with a dirty room... and dirty meant that shit wasnt scrubbed from head to toe with lysol. tb dusty? everything else could be spotless, your shit aint clean! you could curse, ven though she did it constantly.
and she loved everyone, unless she couldnt stand em... lol...
i just moved out of there in january.. .i only went back to see her once, though in hindsight... i knew she was sick... i didnt think it was like this thuogh... i havent got the details yet.... i feel horrible about that, i always said thank you but i never did express how much she meant to me- to her, that is. everyone else knows, anyone i talk to about her knows... but she didnt. i dontknow,. maybe she did. i'll remember her forever though... she's gone home and i'm happy for her.....
*turns up her favorite song, that marvin gaye live cd that i copied to my hard drive..*
