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Tina Turner's Son Craig Raymond Turner Dead fro Apparent Suicide

Tina Turner's oldest son, Craig Raymond Turner, has been found dead of a self-inflicted gunshot wound on Tuesday July 3. The LA Coroner confirmed Turner's death with the US Weekly. He was 59.

Craig was found dead in his Studio City, California home on Tuesday just after noon on Tuesday by Authorities. He was reported dead by the coroner and it was determined that it was due to a self inflicted gunshot and ruled a suicide.

Tina Turner, 78, gave birth to Craig Raymond Turner when she was 18 years old. Her first husband Ike Turner, adopted Craig in 1962. Craig's biological father was saxophonist Raymond Hill.

Craig worked as  realtor in Studio City, California.

If you or someone you know is in emotional distress or considering suicide, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255).

This Christmas

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It's Friday!!!!

Well It's Finally Friday and I'm very excited, even though I do have to work this weekend. I'm happy to say that I survived another week and that I'm surviving my God's Grace.
  Let's just say this week has been kind of stressful and I've found my self in state of irritability. I've been preparing for my future and although it isn't happening the way that I want it, I know that things will work out. I just have to keep pushing and patiently waiting.  I do know that things will work out soon as far as job placement and residential situations.
  It is Friday and I'm going to rejoice. Time to relax with some good food and some good music.
Love ya,

Hurricane, Sandy. Survival and Prayer

It's Tuesday and I'm watching the news and seeing all of the destruction and all the chaos that Hurricane Sandy has brought forth.  My heart really goes out to those who have lost people, homes, jobs, and have really been affected by this natural disaster.  It has really brought me to tears.
  I was sitting here watching the news and different interviews. People were coming together and helping each other, even though they had lost everything that they had.  I'm thinking "WOW. That's a great sense of community."  It made me smile, that even through tragedy, people were still selfless and willing to help those who had experienced loss.  That's some good Christian values right there.
  Although I haven't been affected directly by Sandy, I feel the sting right along with those who are dealing with the affects of Hurricane Sandy.  My heart really goes out to them.
  That made me think not just about the physical storm, but what about the physical storm…

Where is My Motivation?

Where is my motivation? Where has it gone?  Its like the things that I once enjoyed doing, I don't want to do them anymore. Its like I don't want to be bothered.  Am I burnt out, am I frustrated, is it time to hang it up and just rest?
  I'm not sure what to do right now. I'm frustrated because nothing I planned for this year has come to pass.  I'm frustrated because I've had to cut some activities off the list due to my car situation.  I know you've all heard this before.  I'm just about done.  Its like the more I try to get ahead the more I get knocked down.  The more I pray the more frustrated I become. Is there any hope for me? I'm just frustrated and confused.
  What have I done to deserve this fate? I treat everyone right. I acknowledge God.  I stay away from trouble. What is it? Is it all in my head? Am I going crazy?  I wish I knew the answer to my problems. Maybe I just need to take it one step at a time.
  I'm just not motivated any…

When My Words are Few

When My Words are Few

Sitting Back with my Red Solo cup in my hand,

Listening to Lady Day singing the Blues, I realize that I'm lost. My feelings and emotions are trapped inside of me.

I need release and relief, but I can't seem to get anyone to understand how I feel.

My words are few.

My Baby walks in and kisses me. I respond back, but I still zone out into the zone of comfort and heightened thoughts.

Naw, I ain't mad, just calm when my words are few.

Naw, I'm not suicidal.
My Words are few.

I don't want to hear a word about I need to do this or do that. I don't want to hear about a Messiah to come and rescue me. He's already done that and I know what the deal is.

Things that I'm dealing with try to unravel me, but this is what happens when my words are few.

Just leave a message and I'll get back to you, but right now, my words are few.