Today, my father would have celebrated his 56th birthday. Happy Birthday Pops!!!
My father’s name is Alfred Lawrence Wilson, II, but he was affectionately known as Moochie. From what I remember, my dad was a people’s person, lived life to the fullest, he was a hard worker, and loved his family unconditionally.
Sadly, my father lost his life 23 years ago due to senseless gun violence. He was only 33 years old when he passed away and had a lot of life left to live. At that time, I was 6 and didn’t fully understand what was going on. All I knew was that my father wasn’t coming back home. On the day of the funeral, I remember there was a lot of people and everyone was crying as well as celebrating my dad’s life. I remember walking up to the casket with my mother and asking her why my dad looked different and unfortunately, that image of my father was forever etched in my head.
Growing up without a father was tough and definitely took a toll on me. Not only was his life taken, but the experiences that a father would have with his son was taken from him as well. I’ve always wondered how life would have been like if he was alive. He never had the opportunity to take me to my first basketball game. He never was able to witness any of my graduations and unfortunately, he will never be able to meet my future wife and our children…one of the hardest things that I deal with now.
Although, my father isn’t here in the physical, he will ALWAYS be in my heart and I will live through him in EVERYTHING I do. He is one of my guardian angels and he has covered me for my entire life and I will forever be grateful for that. There have been times that I have questioned God and wondered why He would take my father away from me and my family. Something that I still struggle with to this day.
However, my mother has kept me level headed and always reminded me that “good” can come out of “this bad situation.” At first, I didn’t think it was possible but I am slowly seeing that “good” is becoming a reality. Throughout this whole ordeal, she has held it down for us and has ALWAYS been on my case to be great in everything that I did. Something I used to hate growing up but now I really appreciative of it because I could have easily went down the wrong path in life. I couldn’t thank her and the host of aunts, uncles, older cousins and my grandparents and step father enough for their willingness to help raise me and being there for me. They are the ones that have made me the man that I am today. I am forever grateful for their love and support.
To be honest, I didn’t want to write this, but something told me do it and I’m happy that I did. Each year, my father’s birthday impacts me differently and by writing this blog post it has truly helped me cope with his passing a little better. I’ve committed my life to forever keep his legacy alive. Yes, there are some bad days but I try to always remember the joyous times that we shared together.
Happy Birthday, Dad!!! You will never be forgotten by me, your family or your friends. I hope that I’m making you proud. I love you and I will always miss you.