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A Sister’s Love                           Hey Ole Man,                             •I remember anytime we’d talk, you would say “what’s
                                             There’s so much that I want              my name?”, I’d say JOHN STRAIT, then you’d say “now
   My  oldest  brother  is                   to say. So many things that I            what’s your name?”, I’d say JHONITA STRAIT, you’d say
   what  you are, but you                    wish I had said. The way that            okay then. That was to simply say that I belonged to you.
   turned out to be so                       I’m  feeling  is  unexplainable          •I remember as an adult, I got into a fight with a girl&
   much more; my teach-
                                             because I don’t know how to
 JOHNNY’S  partner  but  most  of   You always   a young  age. We  shared  so         “oh he must not know that I got a daddy too”), I called&
   er, my  protector, my
                                             deal with this pain of losing
                                                                                      her dad told me he was going to slap me (I said to myself
   listener, my  hangout
                                             both of  my  parents  at such
                                                                                      told you and you came running with my brothers with
   all my friend. There’s
                                             many  laughs  together. I re-
                                                                                      only $2 in gas. You pulled up and all I did was point, you
   a lot I can say about you
                                             member telling you about a
                                                                                      pulled off and chased that man down. Police took y’all
   but the respect has always
                                             man  going  fishing  and  ev-
                                                                                      to jail. I asked you were you mad at me, you laughed and
   been real. JB, you would wear
                                   m y
                                             ery  time  he  came  home  his
                                                                                      said “Nah, I ate and slept good for two days” LOL.
   arm out hitting me from laughter...
                                             wife was pregnant. The man
   hip me to the game. Oh how I miss our conversations,
                                             thought some man name Joseph was getting
   your laughter, your voice and just you. Until we meet
                                             her pregnant. But he was actually the father.
                                                                                      ride over his house & act a fool of course, I thought you
   again...
                                             Every time we got together you would ask
                                                                                      were going to talk me out of it but we got the gun and
                                             me to repeat the story and we would burst   •I remember I was mad at my boyfriend & was about to
   Love you always, your baby sister, Lynn   out laughing. Dad, you taught me never to   you rode out with me. You told me to always do my dirt
                                             fear no man. There are things I learned from   alone, because I would never tell on myself.
  (Johnny’s voice) Now hear this...          you without even realizing, like me driving
  For all that you were to me in life and all the joy   with two feet just like you. As a kid I always   •You taught me to never back down from nobody, but
  you brought, your memory is with me in every sin-  thought you were being hard on me but now   be smart “know when to hold ‘em and know when to
  gle thought. The pain I felt at losing you will never   I know that everything you’ve ever done for
  go away but knowing that you’re            me Dad was to make me a better man. Well   fold ‘em”
  in  my  heart  helps me  through           I hope that I made you proud. Tell my mama
  each day. I hope you have a great          that her baby misses her.                •The last memory I have; Roles reversed, I called you
  second  life,  I  know  you’re  in          Love you forever....                    and you told me to come get you. I told you to hold on
  heaven as you take to the skies            Tony or as only you would call me Mr. T  until your birthday & I was coming with a surprise. I
  and  receive  your  place  behind                                                   told you not to worry or cry and that I was getting our
  heaven’s gates. Rest  peacefully           Dad,                                     new home finished so that you would have your own
  into  his arm and tell  Momma,                                                      space. I was so excited, I had planned so much more and
  Uncle Walt, Jamal, Collie and              I remember  when  we  were               knew that you would be so happy, I mean really happy.
  Brenda I will see them soon as             little,  every  time  we  would
  well. (Johnny’s voice) Hell, shit,         get  in  trouble,  mama would            •I remember our last Facetime, how I dare not cry, show
  yes sirrrr, yes sirrrr.                    call you  to  come  over  and            emotion or weakness even if that meant our last time…
                                             whoop us. You  would make                So I smiled, and joked and told you that you better talk
  P.S.  Don’t  be  up  there  arguing        me  go grab a book  to  read             to me.
  with your baby momma.                      and do  math. If  you  taught
                                             me nothing more, you taught              We told you goodbye and that we’d talk to you later. There
  Your nephew, Mike                          me how to read and make                  was no later and I’m tired of being strong. Daddy I’m hurt-
                                             my  own money. Thank you                 ing,  my  heart
                                             for that.
   Cuz,                                                                               is  broken  and
                                                                                      I don’t  know
   You were the one that started calling me   Your Son,
   “Little  Mister”  &  my  brother  “Meech-  Walt                                    how to  stop
   ie  Man”...  I  can  remember  me,                                                 the tears. I
   you  and my  dad,Sam  sitting            A Letter to My Daddy                      missed you be-
   at the  dinner  table laugh-                                                       fore  you  died;
   ing  and eating  when  your                                                        the little girl in
   front tooth fell out, we was             What’s Up Homey?!!!                       me  lay  many
   laughing  so  hard!  There               Let’s get to it; I’ll start at the beginning. As a kid I thought   nights  longing
   was another time you & my                you were the meanest, most strict parent ever. You never
   dad were in to in with some              let me go anywhere, always required excellent grades, made   for your arms,
   guys over on 17th Street, I was          me read all the time, clean up and cook your lunch every   your  approval
   in  the backseat of  the car. My         morning @5am before work & school. I couldn’t stand you   and that un-
   mom  Pat  kicked  my  dad’s  a**  and    and I couldn’t wait to leave home, so I did… Little did I know,   conditional
   Brenda  kicked  your  a**  for  having  me  in                                     love.  I  thank
   the car. You never told me no for anything   I didn’t have it figured out but what I did have was the dis-  God for  the
   that I asked of you. Your were a great friend   cipline, work ethic, pride and character to stand on m own
   and cousin to my dad. Let him know I’m still   because that’s what you instilled in me. I never appreciated   Man,  Friend
   winning, failure is not an option.       it until adult and parenthood. So all of me, is because of who   and Father you
   I love you Cousin,                       you are! Thank you Daddy, for everything; every whooping,   were to Me. You were the funniest, most country guy in the
   Brian                                    tear, NO to the questions that I never got to ask, every cur-  world to me. I Love you Daddy.
                                            few and most of all, your love. But before I let you go, I’d like
   Johnny,                                  to take you down memory lane…             Love Your Baby Girl,
   I remember my momma                                                                Nita.
   always picking you up on                 •I remember your touch as a child, the way you held me
   the weekends and holding                 while I was asleep.
   you hostage, lol. You
   never played about your                  •I  remember  you  bringing me  a  yellow heart  box  of
   kids. We done did some of                chocolates and my mom a red box for Valentine’s Day.
   everything together from
   stealing cars to going to                •I remember us riding the bus.
   jail. One thing I knew is
   that if I called on you and              •I remember you always asking me for something and
   you would come running.                  when I tried to say no, you’d say “you gone miss me
   Boy I’m going to miss you.               when I’m gone” (And that I do)
   You was more than a father figure, you
   were a friend.                           •I remember every time I called, you came running; I
   Ron                                      thought you were Superman & nobody could touch my
                                            daddy.
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