A burning desire was in my throat and I felt suffocated by fear. Just then a hand touched me.
“Girl, wake up. You havin’ a bad dream.”
Grandma sat unsteadily on the edge of my bed and gingerly wiped the sweat from my brow. She slowly caressed my shoulder as my breathing slowed down. Just then the alarm went off. With that look in her eyes, I knew it was time.
My Uncle James was on my mind a lot. Being the only father figure I knew, he impacted me in so many ways. His jokes could give Bill Cosby a run for his money. When faced with the ball of adversity, Uncle James just picked up his bat like Jackie Robinson and cracked it into the atmosphere. So when he got news that he had “The Disease” he somehow knew that he would eventually strike out.
“Slow down girl! You gonna run us off the road.”
I came back to reality. On the long trip to Uncle James’ house, daydreaming was my brain break. Grandma vo…