Niza Martin
As I sit here looking at the announcement of Ms. B, I have this tightness in my chest and flutters in my stomach in disbelief that's she's not here physically in the house across the street from me on 146th Street in Queens, New York and literally not here anymore. She was truly like my other mother. Stubborn in so many ways, we'd get into it, but always out of love and concern. I didn't want her to relocate and I let my emotions get the best of me to the point I didn't even help her pack. If I could only go back four months, or just till last month when she came to the house to see us (my family) what I would say and do.
Now, as the tears begin to roll, I have nothing to say, but I'm sorry for not being ME. When you needed me I was there, but if I had known that helping you pack the house for your relocation would have been my final months with you.
Who's gonna cook cow foot soup, home made friend rice, the tenderized spare ribs, mac & cheese, and ALL the foods that make "US" fat. lol Man, did Ms. B love to cook. I learned Spanish from watch her soap operas. I'd go over to check in on her for a few minutes and sometimes found it being hours later before I left.
I love you with all my heart and will truly miss you. I want so much to be there tomorrow, but I don't think I can bear you lying there. I know your gonna go out in style because that too was another part of your character FASHION.
Lori, V, Crazy Boy Jerimaya as Ms B so affectionately called him, Janelle, Danikah, Raheem, DeAndre, Rufus, she's in a better place. No more aches and pains, no more carrying the burden on her own. My condolences are with you guys and even though I can't make it, just know that we, The Martin Family; Mom, Dad, Malasia, Jailynn and myself, Niza are here and we too have lost a part of our family.
"Weeping may endure for night, but Joy comes in the morning"!
Sleep on my Ms. B, humbly submitted, Niza Martin Queens New York
