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The Reality of Death 

The Reality of Death 

Throughout the nights I find myself waking up trying to find something that will allow me believe that this can not be life, I must be dreaming some part of it, the bad part especially. 

Tonight, I decided to go to Corey’s page to see if it’s really true, as you know he doesn’t post much, but when he does its either funny or some mind stimulating fact. I came across condolences from you all, no written post from stating his lost, only this picture. It’s real and its hard for Corey more than I can imagine. 

I wish I could wake us all up from this life-mare, but we where chosen to bare this pain once again and there has to be a powerful reason why. We all hv to die, not sure why murdered has to fall on some of my family & friends, but… I just wish it cld be any form of death other than murdered, it burns in the heart and leaves you scars that still hurt as time passes.

We can’t do this again, I beg of God for protection and favor on my family’s life, I also ask of it for your family, I wouldn’t want anyone to feel this pain.

Rest in peace doesn’t seem to leave my tongue, because I know you are hurting to leave your Mom, children, brother and the rest of us, but I hope your soul is unaware of our mourning. We miss you, Brandon. 

Nola Chic

Native of New Orleans, who endured 20yrs cruel Minnesota Cold, I decided at 42yrs old it was time to pack up my then 6yr old and come back to my roots. I am all things that would challenge the belief of growing up in New Orleans. I was a 16yr old teen mother of a preterm 2lb baby girl born with a disability. With the help of my mother who had her own struggles. We survived the obstacles laid before us. I'm the proud mother of three children with two failed adoptions, as well as a grandmother of three, two grandsons and a granddaughter. I survived two abusive marriages. I successfully ran a soulfood restaurant and catering company in Minnesota for 12 years. I started creating custom cakes after the murder of my beloved cousin Melvin Paul.  He survived Katrina only to go to Minneapolis six months later to be murdered over a parking spot dispute.  I put my all into my cake business over the years as House of Cakes was started right out of my house in honor of him. I thought by having the big house on the hill, a husband, having a family, foster/adoptive mother at that, being involved in all things that matter, plus having the funds to match would cure me in a sense; but most of it poisoned my heart and soul. I had a broken heart and I felt deep down the only way to repair it was to get back to my roots, my soul, my home,  myself, my New Orleans. I'm here and I'm loving it. Even being in the so called Blighted Area of New Orleans and not having all the financial and material security, I'm happy. I am determined that She, yes New Orleans is a woman is just like me; together we will overcome and will rise from all that tried to kill our spirit. Nothing like starting from the bottom and making your way back up! I'm down in the boot, but I know I have a nice floppy hat awaiting my destiny...

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