By Gloria DULAN-Wilson
Hello and Happy New Year All!
I thought to myself - "It's been 11 years, surely I have now gotten to the point when I don't get sad anymore - where I now accept that it was GOD's will and LOU's time on this plane of action was over, without feeling resentful or cheated. But, NO! I was sitting here watching Lakewood Church's Joel Osteen, and, without realizing it, tears were running down my face.
I
actually tried to get through this date without breaking down. It's
not like it sneaks upon me - actually, somewhere around Christmas, my
heart does a silent count down of how many more days until I lose my
man. I try to shake it - but it's still there in my subconscious.
But, this time instead of just letting tears flow, I stopped and said, "Good Morning Lou - I knew you were going to drop in to make sure I'm OK." I remember one of his favorite sayings: "Life ain't nothing but a meatball." I used to laugh at those crazy sayings he and Carlos - his younger brother - would come up with. They would repeat them over and over and over again -and crack up as though it was the first time they ever heard or said it.
A friend of mine, who was visiting for the week end, asked me why there were no pictures of Lou anywhere in the apartment. I had various collections of our kids and grandkids, as well as my Sorors, and other events. It suddenly dawned on me that I am still silently mourning. So, today, in order to step into the sunlight and out of the shrouds and clouds, I'm posting some photos I made of Lou and the group Black in the day - as well as some sent to me by Sister/Friend Fikisha Cumbo.

(L-R) Lou Love of my Life, and his brothers: Carlos, Ricardo & Wilfredo - a/k/a MANDRILL 
Lou doing what he loves and does best: Playing the Congas 
Lou and our son RAIS (WunSunLyonsRA) rapping at BB Kings 
Mandrill at BB Kings
Lou's sense of humor had no bounds. We'd spend hours watching comedies, analyzing the artists' "schtick" and why we like one, and not necessarily the other. Richard Pryor, Bill Cosby, Bernie Mac. ManTan Moreland, and so many others - we'd watch them over and over as if they had just started. Lou was a combination intellect, educator, clown, lyricist, actor, spiritualist, humorist, and FINE BLACK MAN all wrapped into one. Not perfect - but then again, perfection is soooo overrated anyway! Our children have definitely inherited his gene for humor, as have our grandkids. It's wonderful watching them channel him without realizing it - our son is lovingly called the "Clown Prince" because of his ability to mimimick (something his teachers didn't find so amusing when he was in elementary school). But, on this day of days, when Lou made his exit from this physical plane and joined his parents and left us here with a big hole in our soul and in our existence 11 years ago, I am thankful that I can turn this into a fond memory instead of a maudlin misery.
I took this pic of Lou when Mandrill was on tour in NYC, Philly and DC. This was at the Hilton in Philly just prior to their performance at the Dell East - looks a little like a halo, or divine light behind his head, doesn't it? He and I laughed at this picture, but it's interesting how it has actually become "Lou's Halo."








