Hello Friends and Happy FRI-YAY!

Sunday is Father’s Day, a day to honor and celebrate our dad; daddy; pops; pop-pop; grandfather; brother; uncle or significant other.  Sunday is also the 14th anniversary of my father’s death.  Talvage Cross, Jr., my father, didn’t raise me nor were we close I did however, love him very much.

He died on June 16, 1999, at the age of 61, a heart attack in a library in Cincinnati, Ohio.  A man of meager means who loved to read, so for him to die in a Public Library was profound.

Talvage Cross, was a hard working and decent man; the man that married my mother in 1960; the man that assisted in my creation in 1961; the man that walked me down the aisle in 1990; and the man that consoled me when my sister, his daughter died in 1992.  My sister, Gloria Cross, Jr., was named after his own sister Gloria who also died at an early age.

He was also the man that died before my sons had a chance to meet him, the first time they saw him he was laid in a coffin.  They like me do not have a grandfather, they will never call another man granddaddy or pops, because hubby’s dad is also deceased.

On Sunday, my sons will be celebrating and honoring their father, another great man, or as Malik likes to call him “the old man” and for that I am blessed.

I am wishing you all a wonderful weekend!