So many beautiful and warm souls people who I’ve known and grew to love over the last 27 years of knowing John we all went into every emotion imaginable, we cried, we were there reminiscing, laughing and storytelling. I went to see John and I as soon as I stepped off the elevator I was greeted and in the presence of SO much of John’s history. Without even blinking my wife said ok let’s go.

I feel like tomorrow or next week might not be promised, I’m leaving to go back to London and I got this feeling deep in my chest, my heart is fluttering… And although I have complete faith in God and his miracles I feel like he might not be here when I get back”. “Baby I know today is my last day in town and we made family plans but I need to get back to John and pray over him. Just started balling crying I got out of the shower and went back to lay down and the tears wouldn’t stop, I told my wife these exact words. I woke up after crying myself to sleep with a heavy heart, Yesterday I took a shower and while standing there. a young impressionable ghetto little black boy from Watts who had hopes and dreams praying everyday that God would figure out a way to get me out of the hood and see some s-t… Like many of my nighas I grew up with I just didn’t wanna end up in jail, or dead.

Of ALL the people in the world he decided to believe in me?.

For the last 2 days I was in the presence of my HERO a man who literally changed my life and my families life forever. Laying in bed, I’m confused my soul feels drained.

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