The Loss of My Cousin, My Best Friend

Today I say his name, Larry, Lawrence Dewyatt Abrams. my Cousin, my Babalawo, my Brother, my Friend. This day the ancestors our shared Egun has summoned you, to deliver sermon to them , to continue the work you did while you were on Earth. Your passing has caused a deep hole in my heart, I feel a gap in my soul knowing I can’t call you anymore, I won’t be able to irritate you with my paranoia mixed with incessant overthinking, and most importantly I am going to miss our talks.

For those of you reading this post, my cousin was my rock, he was there for me during my darkest moments and knows my most intimate secrets, Lawrence was loyal, candid, and brilliant. He was a Yale graduate and earned honors at that (yass honey!) . He was selfless, he was an agent for change, he was an educator, he advocated for the lives of black gay men, and would be quick to check the privilege of the ignorant. I love my cousin, I LOVE MY COUSIN! I will need a lot of time to heal from his passing but in the Yoruba faith (Santeria) we believe that your soul joins the ancestors (Egun). My prayers will reach him and he will look after me.

I will continue to say his name, Lawrence Dewyatt Abrams I love you, always and forever.

I dedicate my blog to you.

Respectfully,

Starr (Aurora)