Sunday, January 2, 2011

A saddening morning..

So I had a bad dream this morning, right before I woke up. It's crazy because I actually experienced this dream in real life during this exact same time of year, but it was the year of 2009.

In the dream, my step father Warren was alive but he was in his last days... he was battling cancer. And at that same period of time, I had a line of shows that I was performing in. So here I was dancing and performing, doing what I love doing.. and then I would come home to such heartache and sorrow seeing him in such pain. And also at this time, wondering if I would come home to him not being there anymore. I cried so much in this dream, the type of cry that you cannot control... screams that come from deep inside of you.

I woke up completely confused as to why I had this sad dream.. He passed away on Jan. 29, 2009.
-- I mean sure I do dream of him once every bluemoon, but it's about the good things. I've never had a dream like this, and sure enough... I found out why I had it.


This morning I found out that Clinton D. Powell in Savannah, Georgia passed away. He had been in the hospital for months just as Warren was, and was also battling cancer.
Clinton played such a huge role in your life if you were doing theater or spoken word in Savannah. I'm so sad that he passed, he always gave us all such good tips on how to make the world take notice to our craft. How to catch their attention while we performed a piece.
I will never forget after he saw me perform in the play AIDA, he pulled me to the side and said "Vanisha that was the most passionate I've ever seen you dance that part! That was beautiful."
From then on, I knew how to really take on the stage.

He will never be forgotten, all of the poems, and messages of love dedicated and influenced by this man is overwhelming on facebook.  
Hopefully you all are able to read some of these