In a few months, a few painful moments, my
life changed.
We as a family started the year together
with expectations, happiness, joy and most of all thanksgiving. Thankful for
the gift of love, the comfort of familiar faces and mostly for the gift of
family. Isn’t that what family is, in essence?
Warm faces that light up at your presence,
a set of people that complete your existence, that make you feel like you are
always part of a unit and will always be important; to them, their dreams, their daily struggles and every
single second they exist-you are important. Family is a gift and we were
grateful for it.
I looked at my brother with such love and
joy as he became a truly handsome, mischievous, ambitious young man. I looked
at him and I could feel the pride swell up in my bones as I watched him
attentively play his beats on his laptop with the dedication of a surgeon; he
scrutinized each single sound with his eyes; listening to each rhythm carefully;
I know this because I watched him; he fascinated me with his dedication to his
dreams.
I, like many, had been tainted by the
world’s pressures of conforming to expectations, which had led me to the gates
of the legal education. But Toba was sure of not only who he was but, who he
was meant to be. So I watched him attentively. His confidence in his future was refreshing. It was a rare sight that held my curiousity.
He hated distractions during these moments;
so of course as his annoying older sister I would try my best to get his
attention: with a sound, repeated by another and then another till he gazed at
me with irritation…but the look was priceless and so worth it. So I would do it
again. And again. Till he finally looked up and noticed me staring at him with
mischief painting my lips. ‘What.’ He would utter with irritation. I loved
those moments.
The sheer joy it was to get under his skin the way he got under
mine on countless occasions. I would bob my head and laugh and he would sigh
inwardly and get back to his craft; his gift; and ignore me.
Those were valuable seconds we shared
together. I now find myself scrutinizing my memories like a precious album. I
pour over every picture desperate to remember each word, each step he took…I
find myself desperately pouring over images of Toba walking…Toba eating…Toba
sleeping…because he was my family.
We understood each other to an
indescribable level. He could tell by my very movements what I was thinking…I
could tell by a simple look in his eyes what he was feeling. We read each other
like a book inscribed in our hearts, that only we could understand.
Family. It is all that matters.
In a few months and only a few moments…he
was taken from me.
In the most gruesome and heart wrenching
manner I could not have ever imagined. I feel those moments in every single
day. I dwell on his thoughts, his dreams….the enthusiasm that coloured his love
for life…the determination that marked his very existence…I dwell on them. He
was truly very special. A precious gift to the world yet to be discovered.
So,
in a few months my life has been shaken…my spirit broken…my soul torn just by a
few moments of madness that led to a lifetime of pain. For me, for Toba and for
my family.
His death has given meaning to my life in
ways I cannot begin to explain but there is hope. The words
#justicefortylerfray have given some comfort to my pain.
They symbolize purpose; they symbolize
peace. But mostly they symbolize justice. For justice is what he deserves.
Justice is what will ease the sore wounds from this vicious scar. Justice is
what will show that Toba…Tyler Fray mattered. That he indeed walked this earth; from his cries of attention when he was a child to the pure joy that coloured
his features when he became a young man loved by many.
#justicefortylerfray brings life to that
memory. The memory that was his life.
Please support the cause and follow us on these social media sites; your support would make a world of difference.
God Bless You and Your family.
Amen.
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This is my first nude cut crease. It took me a while to get this look just right but yeah I'm pretty pleased with it. Here I used the Sleek Palette-Ultra Matte V2- and on my lips I have on Barry M Nude Lip pencil and MAC Velvet Teddy.
However, it does lead to spots which is kind of annoying but apart from that its basically the best foundation I have used so far. Its the Studio Fix Foundation.
