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IT'S THE DAY AFTER MOMS FUNERAL. I'M NUMB BUT DECIDED TO HAVE A CANDID CONVERSATION WITH MY FRIEND KIMBERLY D. ABOUT WHAT I WAS FEELING THE DAY AFTER. Kim has been with me since Wednesday. Moms Services were that Friday evening and Saturday morning. Sunday morning, I just wanted to sit down and talk. Friends, how many of us have them? I'm grateful she's here. God knew. The house is quiet. My friend Kim is here. I want to talk. There is so much to speak about. It's Sunday, church is happening soon. I am still deciding if I will go, yet communion feels necessary. I ask myself, what would Mom do? That will be the ultimate answer. Honoring her must be a priority. My friend Kim is here. We call ourselves Kee to Hart. Her parents and my parents were very close. Bishop Hart was one of my father's best friends. We are carrying on the legacy. I asked her to grab a cup of coffee and share this time with me. I have to talk about what I'm feeling at this moment. After all, I've learned the importance of maximizing the moments. I'm still determining where the conversation will go, but we will start with THE DAY AFTER! So grab your mug and fill it up; COME, HAVE A CUP OF COFFEE ON ME.