Hump Day! Today is the day I recap “Let’s Talk About Grief.” A weekly show that I do on Periscope for #GriefTalkTuesday and it almost didn’t happen.
Yesterday, was a regular day. I was scrolling through Instagram early in the morning and I came across a photo that seemed quite odd. I was about to reach out to my friend in Houston and ask if everything was okay, and then I logged into Facebook. The first status I read ended with the words, #RIPZin. The same friend that I was about to text, was gone. He passed away in a fatal car accident in Colorado over the weekend. The first thing I thought was, I JUST TALKED TO HIM A WEEK AGO! How could this be? I was heartbroken. This was the first time in my life that I experienced losing a friend.
When I moved to Houston a couple of years ago I didn’t know many people. One of the people I connected with was Brotha Zin. The first night I met him he was dj’ing an after party. It was my last night working for a local jazz festival, and I wanted to hear my song. I wanted to hear D’Angelo or Guy. Don’t give me that look. Yes, I go to parties and request 90s R&B. Don’t be judging. Lol. Zin was sitting on an ottoman cranking out the good vibes, and while requesting my music I lost my balance. The ottoman he was had WHEELS! He attempted to catch me, but I fell on him and we went rolling on that ottoman towards the window. We crashed…HARD! I had the bruises to prove it. That story never gets old. Our friendship began there.
I remember the conversations we had in 2012/2013 about him starting a radio station, and I talked about writing a children’s book. He would say, “Peace Sis, we gotta keep building.” He started All Real Radio, and I published the first book in my children’s book series. On this day I can say, we did it!
We were supposed to connect while I was in Houston during Labor Day Weekend, and he was supposed to interview me on his show. Well, he left early to go to New Orleans, and I didn’t return to Houston after that weekend. As far as the interview. I put it off, I told him, I need a minute, I’m not ready, maybe next week, or tomorrow. Why was I waiting? That tomorrow will never come, and I have to take the lesson that comes from it. I can say one thing, if Zin feared anything I didn’t know it. Stop waiting. Stop putting things off until tomorrow. Just do it!
He was always positive, and ready to spread the good word. An activist, hip-hop head, visionary, and a man that loved his Queen and his two daughters! That’s how I will remember him. Our last conversation was about his interview with David Banner. I was so proud of him. Man, he was more than a friend. He was my brother in the struggle. Just trying to spread love, light, and knowledge. You will never be forgotten Anthony “Zin” Mills. You are apart of my “Final 48 Project” story.