Paige was our youngest daughter. Youngest of three, in fact. Julie and Michelle were in their early 20s and in college, starting at life. Kenan would be so proud. He used to say, “Thank the Lord for my beautiful black girls.” We buried him on Julie’s 21st birthday. The honor guard sounded their rifles, each shot shaking my insides. Then, they took the neatly-folded flag in white gloves and walked uniformly to me, and handed me the fabric for which Kenan had fought and died. And it was everything I could do, not to crumble. I had to be strong for my daughters.
You read that right. I moved out of the house when I was eighteen. And I haven't moved back in. To be honest, I haven't stayed with my family for a time period longer than two weeks separated by five or six months. It wasn't hard to make that decision. I joined the Navy, and, so far, that decision has been made for me for the past four years. Let me answer a few questions you may have real quickly: