Actress Anjelika Washington HD Photos and Wallpapers September 2025

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜

My Daddy. My favorite man. The best man. I really won the jackpot in the parents department, thanks God. I’ll never know how I got so lucky to have this man as my Dad but I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life. Grateful for the wonderful 79 years you lived, laughed, loved, protected, talked shit, & raised some hell. Grateful for how you cared for me and our family. Grateful for how you raised me to love everyone and treat people equal. Grateful that you taught me and supported me to go after my dreams. Grateful that you taught me how to manage money and pay bills. Grateful that you taught me how to grocery shop and do the math of ounces vs dollars to make sure I always got the best deal. Grateful that you taught me to drive at age 12 because you were already teaching Charles and weren’t gonna do it again. Grateful that you taught me how to be independent and to never need a man, but only have one if I want one. Grateful you taught me to love my community because one day I’ll need them. You’d be delighted to see the way they are showing up for me & you right now. Grateful that you raised me to know right from wrong and that it is my moral obligation to stand up for those who can’t. Grateful that you taught me about our ancestors and the truth about our history as Black Americans. Grateful that you taught me to use my voice to stand up for myself and to cuss like a sailor. Grateful that I could truly be myself around you, no code switching (although you taught me that was important too), but I could be my authentic self and that I was enough. You were THE BEST DAD. And I bought you all the coffee mugs to prove it. I’m not quite sure how I’m gonna walk down the aisle without you one day, I always imagined you by my side… but I know for sure that you will be there. Come hell or high water, you will be there. You were always there. In fact, I never understood the “dead beat dad-black man” stereotype. Because you were always there. Present. Active. Supportive. Protective. Positive. And oh so loving. And I will take that with me for the rest of my days until I see you again. Give Uncle Mike & Juan a big hug for me up there! I miss you Daddy. I love you Daddy.💜