THE MOTHER OF ALL FUNERALS

Thanks for the kind words that some of you left in regards to the loss of my father. I really didn't want to write about anything to do about my dad's death, but I can't help myself but to do otherwise and throw in some few words about the funeral service because it was very special, uplifting and it was kind of funny that my old man was looking down and laughing his ass off.

It was supposed to be a small white family affair at a small Baltimore church until a bunch of DC cabs and a chartered bus full of misfits from DC managed to show up, thanks to the organizational skills of Mad Cabbie and Mr Hook. The room was full of mostly old white people until all hell broke loose and all the passengers off that bus entered the building. Cab drivers from different nationalities, managers from the cab company, hookers, pimps, some characters I don't think I ever met in my life and even a couple of homeless dudes that we knew over the years came to pay respect. You should have seen those poor old white folks from Bel Air Maryland on how confused and scared they were and asking themselves what the hell was going on and what are all these Negroes, foreigners and suspicious looking white dudes doing here. But you know what? When I saw all those people that I love and sometimes hate showed up at my father's funeral to be by my side, I felt all the love and all the sadness in me evaporated in to the thin air and I said to myself "Joe! everything is going to be all right!"

I would like to thank everyone who showed up that day and I hate this post sounding like an ass kissing session but I can't tell you enough on how thankful I am to Mad Cabbie who showed up at the hospital every single day and made my Dad laugh all way to the end. Thanks Mad!

Enough with the tears! Where are my transvestite passengers? The Pastor is on duty...

Peace,

Pastor Joe.