A few notes, for real:
1. The new Sports Museum of America in downtown Manhattan: FAN-tastic! Stressful because it’s a trip, but it was a good reward for those kids who did well.
2. The Staff v. 7th Grade Students basketball game was fun. I didn’t know I could still play since I haven’t played a real game in a year or two.
3. I finally have the right idea (I think) for my book.
4. I’m looking into doctoral programs.
Fuck it. really, I’m emotionally and physically spent. Not from teaching, but from yesterday’s funeral. My cousin V’s mom died last week (at a pretty young age), a woman who I don’t believe I’ve ever met for various reasons. She gave birth to women who are like sisters to me, and for that alone, I knew I had to pay my respects on Saturday. I woke up at around 730 and traversed Brooklyn, rode with them into Long Island, and meditated on what I would witness.
I knew I’d feel a little something when I saw my cousins V and N crying; it was only a matter of what they would do that would trigger the waterworks. The priest gave the Mass in Creole, so I relied mainly on knowing the rituals, though missing major parts of the ceremony like the homily. Then, I heard probably the best speech I’ve heard live from none other than N, in English, but as eloquent and soulful as I’ve ever heard anyone in my family. I just wish I could remember it word-for-word; I was too busy drying my face to soak in anything.
Throughout the speech, I just felt like she was talking about my mom and my father, who I’d already written a few preemptive eulogies for my father. She reached into a part of me I almost wish she hadn’t, and shrunk any pending frustrations I have with those relatives into trivia, because more than anything, I realized how important and vital they are to my life. Sometimes it takes these huge collisions to really let you show your soul …
jose, who really doesn’t want to go to school tomorrow, really …