Our weekend got off to a pretty good start on Friday. We met my husband downtown after he got off work and hanged out for a little while at the waterfront. After we came home, we saw a few minutes of the olympic opening ceremony and went to bed. After I got up Saturday and as I was getting ready to run some errands with the family, hubby told me that he read online that Bernie Mac had died.
Bernie Mac is about ten years younger than my father, but he reminded me a lot of him. They both lost their fathers at a young age and were both brought up with their share of adversity during an era when I’m sure it was harder than it is now to be successful and black. I was thankful that my father and his brothers are still here, because a lot of the men I grew up around of their generation, are not here anymore. Then when I heard about Isaac Hayes, I had more thoughts along those lines.
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