Sad to report...

I'm sorry and sad to report that the father of the triplets, named Lamarr in the book, has died. It was a car accident. He was thirty-four. The boys were seventeen when it happened a few months back and have just turned eighteen. There was insurance. Tahija always carried life insurance on him but the insurance company is fighting the settlement. I don't know all the details. I know she's a vulnerable person who seems to attract exploitation, the way a fish attracts water. I mean she and her family live in a sea of it. But she's a fighter too and has found a pro-bono lawyer. But fighters get worn out. Send prayers and Light. Good news is her mom stepped up big time and is a steady presence now. She loved Lamarr very much, knew him from way back when he was 13 or so.

He never thought he'd make it to 18, and he did, and beyond. Not as far beyond as we might have hoped, as his sons needed, but still they had him the whole time they were growing up. They're tough. They don't take crap. Tough and smart. And still soft too, caring and questioning. Please world stop being so hard on the Black men because they'll be Black men soon. Please Lamar reach back, reach down, reach out and continue any way you can as best you can to guide and father and love. Inshallah.