skin caramel gold
blond dreads, sly grin, handsome face
gone from us all now
how can he, so young, be dead
how can my heart understand
Tonight I learned that one of my friends in Jamaica has died. I really can’t process it. This is the second friend in less than a year. Certainly I didn’t know either of them as well as I could have, as well as I would have if I had spent more time in Jamaica before losing them. But both were so nice with me, both made me smile, both reached out to me in their different ways. First Jackie, now Kenrick. And I can’t help but think that I could have seen both one more time, made just a few more memories, if I’d gone to Jamaica last year instead of Mexico. And now that chance is lost.