Fragile- In Memory of Presscott

Dear Presscott,

I can't remember when I first met you or how I met you, all I know is that you were always a part of my life!

I remember you thinner then you were when you passed away.  I also remember when your hair was dreadlocked, being the fabulous Jamaican you were!!! Big up to Jamaica! As you would say!

I next remember when you told me you were getting married. I then owned my bridal salon and I was very persistent about Lisa getting all her things from me.  One, because I wanted to help, but I wanted to meet the woman who had captured your heart. The woman that you claimed to be your best friend, (of course I was jealous.  But whatever!).

I fell in love with her!  We laughed, we joked and I was trying to give her shade but she laughed it off.  And we soon became friendly then became friends.  When you couldn't pick me up from the airport she did in pajamas and all!! That's love!

I was devastated when you said you were moving to Florida!  I was selfish and showed it, expressed it by not speaking to you for a while.

Then came Brooklyn, Brook O'Neal McDonald, I could not compete, nor did I want to.  I was so happy for you!

I forgave you for leaving NY, especially since it meant whenever you came back you had to stay with me... so I thought.

Then I found out there was Wendy Hope!  I was on fire!! But I met her and it was cool, because she was a Jewish sister trapped in a cute a white girls body.  She was a dope photograph and you seemed to love her and that was good enough for me.

We remained really cool. And now she is suffering...she misses you!

Then gosh darn it, Adela Holmes!  This chic is funny as heck, personality like non-other and a dope artist! Another white chic I had to fight for your attention!

But the character of person you were was the reason why you attracted this beautiful German soul!

We loved you and we shared you!  She opened her home to me even when she was out of town!  God you attracted the most amazing women in your life!

When she moved to Germany I knew you were devastated, but I thought it would be our excuse to travel.  I was over the moon with excitement to know that we were going to visit her this summer!!

So you went ahead and ruined it!! Damn you!

OJ, Okwuchi Duri-Jones, your trusted assistant, your ride or die!  She was good for you and was damn good about keeping track of you.  I loved her commitment to you and her protective heart for you!! I can't imagine her pain now without you.

You worked with some of the most amazing people in the industry.  You were loved, you were great to be around. I went by Fast Ashley's Studios for a job some days ago, and the first thing I did was ask if they knew you, and of course they did! I was hugged when I told him who I was to you! You were one, if not the person that hired Mike.  Presscott you were the "godfather" of this industry!

Jean Longchamps Jr, what can I say he was there to keep you occupied. He helped you stay sane in this industry that can destroy us all to often if you're not grounded!  Both your kids played together so the cool daddy bond was formed!

I was glad to hear you fell a sleep in the blossoms of a beautiful woman! Your head was caressed, rubbed and you laughed and joked like you lived...surrounded by women and friends! For that I will be forever be grateful to both Abbie Cuellar and Delsa Bernardo, among many other ways they helped you.

I am so glad you married Lisa, I see why you loved her... I am so thankful Lisa allowed me to stay in your life comfortably, she opened her heart and life to me.  She let me live in the house, Brook gave me her room, her bed!  I was affectionately auntie Coconut!

Damn it Lisa did my laundry and folded my clothes... I think I love she!! (In my Jamaican slang) I know I do...

She was comfortable with me being your NY wife, only Haitian one.  I think I was number 2 by default because that damn Adela lived closer.  But Adela and I were the two wives that stayed in the house with the main one, Lisa- Queen B.

If you didn't know it, you were loved and appreciated! I saw your talent, I felt your struggle!  I know how painful it was for you to do what you loved most, your photography!  I know your internal challenges and the laughter, the jokes, sometimes were your way of dealing!

Your loyalty, commitment to people was obvious, and no one could ever say you used them.  You gave more then you took!  You shared more then you had.  You were not afraid nor ashamed of saying you loved us male or female!

You were a perfect gentlemen every-time.

Thanks for partying with me! Thanks for working on all my dreams, all my ideas! Thanks for never letting on that you knew how crazy my dreams were making me. It will be our secret!

I will miss you picking me up from the airport in the most ungodly hours for years!  Now what will I do?  I'm so selfish!

With deep love to you my big brother!

Your African name Tobi, given to you  on our first trip to Africa!  I am proud it was with you I took my first trip to Africa.

I will miss you patting my head when I was getting outrageous.  I will miss you you calling your self styling my hair, by moving one strand.

I will miss my trips together!

I will miss you talking me off the ledge when things went wrong in my life.

I know Jon will miss you saving his butt, and prevent him from being chocked, strangled or nagged for not doing what he is suppose to do.

Oh well, Chanelle better not mess up any more, because who is going to talk me out of kicking her out of the house!

I will miss you sly remarks, your idle threats of torture...

I will miss you telling you love me...

I will miss family dinners with you, Brook and Lisa...

I will miss random industry parties with you...

I will miss your hugs....

I will miss your voice...

I will miss your laughter...

I will miss our long drives to Miami and home late nights after a long day on set...

I feel like I'm going mad... This pain of not seeing you is eating me from the inside out....

I'm dying internally... I don't want to say goodbye... I dread what I know is to come... Putting you in the ground...

I know what it means and I don't want that...because that would mean its final... And we have unfinished business....

If I keep writing to you maybe you will get up and say you just wanted to see how much we all loved you...

Maybe.....so I will keep writing you everyday!

I love you!  I believe in you... Brook miss you... Lisa too.

Please come home!

Your friend and sister forever, in this life and the one to come.

Myrdith