A “forceful talent” and R&B sensation gives a first person account of life at ground zero of the most infamous story of hip-hop history (Essence Magazine).
It’s been over ten years since Big was killed. I grieved for him for a very long time. And then, as time passed, the icy wall of grief surrounding my heart began to thaw and I began to heal. I remarried, had more children, and continued to record and release more music. I continued to live my life.
But sometimes, I still find myself thinking about Big being rushed to the hospital, and I break down in tears.
It’s not just because we hung up on each other during what would be our last telephone conversation. And it’s not because I am raising our son, a young man who has never known his father.
It’s partly all of those things. But mainly it’s because he wasn’t ready to go. His debut album was called Ready to Die. But in the end, he wasn’t. Big never got a chance to tell his story. It’s been left to others to tell it for him. In making the decision to tell my own story, it means that I’ve become one of those who can give insight to who Big really was. But I can only speak on what he meant to me.
It’s not easy putting your life out there for the masses. But I’ve decided I’ll tell my own story. For Big. For my children. And for myself.