Sunday, October 23, 2005
Working my way back... Part 2
Thanks to all my fellow bloggers who have shouted words of encouragement and support. You were heard and appreciated. These past few days have been insane, but we're over this hump. Let me bring everyone up to speed. I'm back home....FINALLY. The cold appears to be leaving me, which is a blessing 'cause I hate being sick. I'm a good patient, though... very independent. Of course I need the right the brand of sickness to come and knock me on my ass and all that independence will probably disappear.
I left Chicago on Monday after having spent most of the weekend feeling awful. I stayed with my friends Daryl and Rodney in Wicker Park and they took such good care of me. I got full breakfasts and dinners each day and a refrigerator and cupboards full of healthy fat girl snacks. I felt more at home than I do at home. Words can't express my appreciation. I even got a massage from Rodney who is a Professional Massage Therapist. I encourage everyone in Chicagoland (and beyond... he travels extensively) to seek his services. I got to watch a little of the millions more mess on c-span and saw a lot of what I expected. I was disappointed because, although I appear cynical on the outside, I'm really a hopeful guy. Early on I saw failure with an event calling for unity, but directed by someone who thinks lesbians are evil and the cause of serious problems in Black America. That's sick. The best moment for me was when Cleo Manago spoke LeRoy's name over that assembly and blessed them all, whether or not they all heard, someone did and if they didn't know of him, they will find out. That comforts me.
I arrived back at DC National after another Detroit connection. At least I was seated in an emergency exit row. I had forgotten how comfortable all that leg room can be. Not even to mention that you can be first off the plane if you really want to be. Anyway I picked up a car in DC and drove straight back to NJ, trying to catch a glimpse of Edward Jones. When I reached the buiding he was involved in a Q&A session. I addressed him briefly, to let him know I would be picking him up in the morning and punched on home to get some sleep. I was up again at 5 AM because I had two weeks worth of laundry to do. By the time I picked up Mr. Jones I was coffee-wired, but my underwear was April-fresh. It was a comfortable ride and Mr. Jones was the perfect passenger. He can be my road dawg. When I dropped him off at home, he signed two copies of his book for me (Christmas is coming) and I headed on to the airport to exchange cars so that I could grab Bobby and Crofton.
We drove up to Manhattan on Wednesday to attend LeRoy's New York memorial celebration and to empty his apartment. LaRonya and Aunt Judy flew in from Chicago and Uncle Chris, Aunt Yaba and their daughter drove up from Maryland. The memorial service was wonderful. LeRoy has connected so many wonderful people, which I think is the greatest part of his legacy. I plan to honor him by maintaining contact with those who came that night to remember him. There were so many people there that I've long admired and it was a group that only LeRoy could assemble.
We closed the door to his apartment yesterday morning. It's an awful feeling to finish loading the truck and know that you have gathered and contained someone's earthly possessions. LeRoy didn't make it easy for us. His space was small, but he really knew how to pack it in. Reminded me of my great aunt, whose apartment I had to clean out in June. She had four rooms packed into two. Which also reminds me that I have to start my great aunt series, inspired by Grown People's
post, She Prophesize Too Much
. LeRoy's spirit is at rest, but his earthly shell still lies in a metal drawer. His female progenitor of life offered to sign for the release of the body only if it was cremated. We can't understand that. Those of you who have said it are right. She needs prayer. We spent a lot of time laughing and talking about LeRoy and one of the most comical things I heard was uttered on his death bed. Upon learning that his female progenitor of life was staying at his place, he gathered as much strength as he could and whispered, "Get her out." That says a whole lot.
Posted by Rodney ::
3:53 AM ::
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