Birthdays are usually a time for celebration for most people, except me. Birthdays have went from bitter to bittersweet to manageable for the last 20 years. Omari was a gentle, kind, loving and very giving soul. We were kids but we ran Atlanta like the OGs… Until September 9, 2001. A day I’ll never forget.
I got the call the Omari had been shot in the head, killed. My world crashed and I haven’t been the same since. What’s the odds of this happening on MY BIRTHDAY?! How cruel could life be?
This year I will celebrate instead of being sad. I know God separated us that night & kept me for a reason, a purpose. I will embrace what life I have left but Omari I’ll never forget you. You live in my heart forever and I’m so thankful I got to experience you.
RIP KING. Until I see you again. I will love you forever.🕊
The Pen Hustle With Brandy Cavalli 
So sorry for your lost
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