So I was thinking about the musical icon that the world lost yesterday. Aretha Franklin was...IS the Queen of Soul and unarguably one of the greatest voices of our time. She was loved and revered by many who were touched by her voice and her pen. And, as much as Ms. Franklin is recognized for her contribution to music, she is known just as much for the sassy flare she had when it came to speaking her mind.
With that being said, upon reports of her death, emotions were understandably on TEN. Whether it was our parents/grandparents who "grew up" with her and introduced us to The Queen, as her catalog (along with the other greats) became the soundtrack for the Saturday morning clean up or those of us who recall her singing one of the best theme songs ever on A Different World, or even the millennials who got to know her after she performed for the 2009 inauguration, we were all grieving a great loss. Feelings ran so deep that arguments were happening all over about things as minute as who played/should play Ms. Franklin in a biopic. A person was shot in Suffolk, VA over such an argument (prayers to the victim)!
Thankfully not as tragic as the aforementioned story, but I had my own Aretha beef yesterday too. Check it out:
That's something, right?! I was really thrown off because he had never addressed me in such a manner. I'm friends with his brother and was acquainted with him that way. We weren't "friends" but always cool, so I thought. So, in case you're reading this right now, kind sir, I say a little prayer for you as I type. I hope that you were able to rock steady on the freeway of love last night and as a result was able to wake up on the RIGHT side of the bed this morning, thank God for his amazing grace, and go about your day with a coffee/smoothie/Coke and a smile! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh-man.
Okay. Since that's out of the way, I can share with you the 3 lessons I gathered from this experience: