It takes me a full week to really feel things, so now I trudging down cinny lane.
I remember the first time we posted something about sneaking farts and how we have avoided passing in public. in true ww fashion cin shared how she avoided public humilation by running to an elevator and letting the slaves free from her bottom. I cant remember the last time i cracked up laughing that hard over a toot story.
or her love for long veils, i remember when she found her and how she rocked it
or when she went bra shopping and victoria's secret, found one in her cup sized and found that her head fit inside the cup.
Or my favorite, the time when Eva won America's next top model. I think we both shed some tears over that one.
I am so glad that she had folks that loved her, but the one thing I know that meant more to her then just about anything, was seeing Barack Obama make it into the white house. Cin and I both shared a mutual love for talks on social justice and racial relations and I remember having some of the richest and most insightful conversations with her, a lot of her opinions and thoughts made it into a variety of my papers for college and were definitely included in my capstone papers for my degree.
Her words and insights were timeless and I never have, nor will I ever, forget her for them.