Syreeta Stone
Thinking of my great-uncle today—the'Beast' with the full beard, and the rough voice. To anyone else, the fact that he always called me 'Fatso' sounded unkind, but to me, it was his perfect love language. He was my grandmother's brother, a steady, unforgettable force who didn't use soft words but always showed up when it mattered most. I’d give anything to hear him yell out that nickname just one more time. Rest easy, Beast.
Love Always
Fattso "Syreeta"

