So, this is a warning, not so much doom and gloom, but a notification. When I was around 13 or 14, one of our very close friends, Miss Lynette, who was a very important figure in the community, had passed away. She was on life support, and I remember sitting in the house, we were waiting for an update after she had some type of surgery.

And I remember the breaker box in our house, the lights had shut off, and then we were trying to figure out what was going on. We flipped the breaker back on, and literally, five minutes later, we got the phone call that she had passed away. I’ve always been told when I was little, a person who has passed on will often give you a sign or let you know that they have moved on. And so that was kind of like my warning of her notifying me that “I’m gone now, Shyanne.”