Letter To Dante Anderson

                                      

Dear DA...                                                                                                       6-19-11

I know that your up in heaven watching…what’s going on down here but I still decided to write you. It has been four years since I got that bad news. But it seems like it was yesterday that I was just talking to you. I was in Arizona for the Cactus Classic. And a reporter came up and asked me have I heard what happen. When he broke the news, I choked in confused. As tears raced down my cheek, stuck in disbelief. That night I couldn’t sleep, woke up in cold sweat. So I went and walked the streets to catch a fresh
breath…I needed some relief and to clear this mind of mines...A shoulder for support because I had a weaken spine. My mind was feeling lost and weary. Memories made me reminisce and talk to you as if you were standing near me. I knew that you can hear me when I screamed your name dearly...As I stared at the sky, I asked God why…The bad grows old and the young got to die? A lot of things changed since you left us. Rivers shook on Reebok and went to Adidas. Zo is married now and had a little daughter. Quincy goes to Baylor and is about to be a father. Our president is Black and his name is Barack Obama. Pac and Big death remains unsolved but they found Osama. I got BoBo to join me at UCLA. But he transferred to Baylor because he didn’t get to play. Will is at O State and D. Mill hoops at Kentucky. I.T stayed in Washington to be a husky. Shaq and Dash is repping you hard like they should. And I haven’t heard from Patt but I’m sure he’s doing good. As for me…I put my name in the draft. Not caring about the opinions that the Naysayer’s have. Their doubt and hate are nothing but gas to my V8. And I’ve been on the road since the 18th of May. All this time I've been on the G.R.I.N.D like Get Ready It’s a New Day. At the combine my jersey number was 22. So it’s only right that I dedicate this process to you. I wear your memory shirt to every workout interview. So you can experience this experience that you will never get to experience. I find myself signing onto AIM every now and then. Because your screen name is somehow still signed in. I message you in hopes of a reply. I always let you know that I’m going to keep your dream alive.

p.s.
I miss you...see you at the top