Can someone please pm me and explain to me what happened to King Arnold, and any funeral arrangements or visitations please. I remember when you got here from Africa, and couldnt say my name properly. You would call me Caluma. We would go to the YMCA and shoot hoops together, your mom would always cook dinner for me. You were so kind and compassionate the only family I ever met that could care about anyhuman being that much...and you just loved Canada brother. I remember the conversations we had about Africa, and how your family offered up their home if I ever wanted to visit. I remember the conversations about snakes and how it used to send chills through your moms spine, and yours as well. I remember your first winter and you telling my brother and I that you had never been on a sled before and wanted to try it. You had no fear, going down the ice covered hill, even with pre warning that it wasnt save. And went off a jump that flung you into the air, and you landed with the plastic slicing your chin wide open. Your scream made my heart melt, I thought what had I done, I warned you but it wasnt enough. So my brother and I rushed you into central arena, you were crying in pain, as I cry now in sorrow. We hit the washrooms to get some paper towel and clean the wound. It was deep! I remember the arena staff wouldnt even let us use their phone, yet you were bleeding all over their floor. In the wash room we cleaned you up, while two old white guys were watching like it was and episode of untold stories of the ER! After we cleaned up the mess, and when I say mess I mean gallons of blood, you looked at your self in the mirror spread your wound and proclaimed I can see my white meat and then burst into tears again. This was you always a comedian, even at the worst of times you made the best of them. My dad somehow got word from the y, which was right across the street that you had been hurt bad, your mom didnt have a car, so my dad took you into the hospital, and sat there until you got stitched up and even brought your mom down too. After that we kind of grew apart you were 4 years my younger, and Griffen Spence was more your age and you two hit it off. So I gracefully passed the torch! You were a wonderful soul and a great human being, funny and sensitive, you had a lot to do with the man I became! You taught me if life wasnt going well for me , that I could find solace in the leaves and trees. You brought me out of my shell and perhaps one of the deepest and darkest depressions I had ever been in. I owe u my life and if I could take your early demise and make it happen to me and not you, I would do that in an instant. You were a true friend, and a brother to me, I love you with all my heart and Im breaking down in tears writing. All I can hope now is that you some how someway made the best out of the worst situation imaginable. I love you my brother dear, and that lasts for eternity. As I am ridden with sorrow, I know you are forever with me and the other whom you have graced your presence with. With heart aches, pain, and anguish, RIP Arnold Cecil, my brother till the end of time! My song dedication Broken wings- tupac
Posted on: Mon, 28 Jul 2014 05:05:58 +0000
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