Angie, as we called her, was my sister Barbara’s best friend and becoming another bratty little sister of mine. On one sunny day I received a call that Angie’s youngest son Kendrick had been murdered on the South side if Chicago. Waiting at her mom’s house, she dropped in my arms as she stated Kendrick was gone. Telling this story brings the same hurt and tears for her. He was buried in his older brother’s prom suit, per his request to give his best to his little brother. However, never in my wildest dreams would I believe that six months later, her only remaining child Kamal was killed by gun violence. We were in the same funeral home crying different tears as he wore his graduation suit. Nothing can prepare you for these realities of life. She is still my bratty little sister, and while she holds me up in admiration, I hold her up in the greatest esteem. Still standing. Still holding on. Love you Angie. My Angel.