Can’t Forget Curt…EVER

Disbelief is the feeling. One of my closest cousins and favorite people left this world and it truly hurts. My cousin Curtis was a very special dude. Next level brilliant if you really sat and talked with him. He had awesome ideas and always knew and believe he could make something great happen.

When I come back to The Port, he’d be one of the first people I’d see and hang with. Sometimes the only person I’d hear from. We motivated each other. Motivated in the most positive way we could. I’d encourage him to keep striving in spite of any circumstance that’s in his way. He’d let me know that he see what I’m doing and was happy to see it and couldn’t wait for our chance to link up and work together on anything.

What really hurts me is that Curt and I are the same age. Our birthdays are 9 days apart and since 15, he was just a cousin I connected with effortlessly. We had the relationship you can’t build. You just have it. Thinking back we were more alike than even I realized. It’s crazy how you don’t notice those things in real time.

I’m in shock. Sporadically crying and it took a little while to write this. I can’t do anything but accept this, but it’s hard. Many people feel your late 30’s are the end of the road. Curt and I knew we were just getting started. We were in that budding “Young OG” phase. We were now they cousins that were pulling fam to the side to explain things and connecting with the young people that approach us to give game. A whole new chapter of life was starting and now he won’t be here to see how it plays out.

I’m happy to say I can only remember great times. Whether it was rocking out to Special Ed at the Family Reunion in STL or getting it in to Project Pat in The Port before we head anywhere. Then it was those nights we’d be rolling out to Nora with Shanna and kicking freestyles or verses we were working on. Our new thing was becoming posting up at Applebee’s just to talk about our plans and catching up. I even find joy in those calls and text messages acknowledging each other but “having to get up next time”.

Man cuz, I want you to still be here. We didn’t take a lot of pictures, but this one really does symbolize a lot.

LOVE CURT! Rest Easy. Live Forever.