Have you ever had a real friend? I don’t mean someone you went fishing with on Sundays. I mean someone you can depend on if you catch a flat tire in Timbuktu. Someone who knows what you feel without you saying anything. Someone with whom you can never be a burden. Someone who will support you while you are in prison without being asked to, even when they have nothing.
My best friend, Tyneil Devon Setaram, was the only real friend I had. I surprised him with this portrait when his son was born. He opened my envelope expecting visitation papers to take to other people who had abandoned me, and was blown away by the surprise.
Shortly afterward, he committed suicide. This picture still stands in the room where he did it. It’s something his mother deeply cherishes because she knows how much it meant to him.
I managed to get it out just in time because I am sure that before he made that decision, there was no question in his mind about how much I cherished him.