4.9.21. Writing “we lost a soldier,” seems odd. Even, saying “we gained an ancestor,” seems odd. True, but odd. I won’t write a chronicle about his life. I’ll let his loved ones & those w/ closer relationships share their tales.
But a lot of us feel the impact of losing him. He was truth, you know? Truth in raw form. Exposed & in your face. His life was ugly & beautiful. His being was hardened by life, yet soft (& softened) by nature. His character was brute but caring. He was a religious man. A learned man. An honest man. He was lightness in the dark. The darkness in the light. He fought his demons publicly & still stood in his truth. He faced his shadows & showed the world inner-work, shadow-work is hard A F.
That man led by example always, his death is no different. There are times we may succumb to our demons as we face them. He used his errors as lessons learned & his blessings as reasons to teach. Because he loved. He had so many reasons to turn his back on the world & he always showed love. Any man (woman, or non-binary) that can battle their demons & still give love- even when those they love hardly express it in return- those individuals always leave their mark. We didn’t lose him. His impact is too powerful to be lost.
April 2nd, he mentally left us. April 9th, he physically left us. But spiritually, he lives✨ Thank you for showing me the softness that exist in the gruff. For showing me the God in the dog. Rest in peace & power, Dark Man X. In that power, I hope your spirit finds the peace your human was searching for ✨🖤🕊
Gilded Sass 