What I recall most, when I think of my Dad, was his welcoming of my voice. Whenever we had a difference in opinion, he would say, “Krishon, ima tell you right now that I'm not gonna agree with you, you not gon' change my mind, but ima hear you out.”
He always, always, gave me space to say what I needed to say, in my full voice. It may be much of why I feel empowered to say what I need to say to my husband when I'm frustrated in this world, and when I'm floating in joy in my life. It may be why I feel empowered to advocate for myself, and the ease I find in using my voice to lift the Black men who are present in my life and work. I'm thankful for the father he was to and for me, for his enduring voice in my life, and for the way he always honored my own.
Miss you hearing me out, Dad.