Through a Daughter’s Eyes: An Inside Look at a Rasta Man – by LaToya Byfield
Beautiful spirit, beautiful soul
So many stories that were never told.
You laughed and smiled through all the pain
and endured so much through all the rain.
Beautiful spirit, beautiful soul
So many stories that were never told.
You laughed and smiled through all the pain
and endured so much through all the rain.
Music was in his blood and the only thing he loved more than music was the most high and his family. I lost my father to Bladder Cancer. A type of cancer I’ve never heard of until he was diagnosed.
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