And I am connected to the island because where I live at now, I was born there.
My placenta is buried there. My afterbirth is buried there. So, I am connected.
My grandfather died on that property.
He liked drinking moonshine. He didn't drink nothing during the week. On the weekend he drank and he said, “Woman, when time out, time out.” He said, “Before I go to meet my maker, I'm going to take me a drink.”
The morning he died, he called my uncle. He said, “Boy, I feel like a taste of wine.”
So he poured him a glass (he didn't believe in sipping), and they said within five minutes, he laid the head to the side and he was gone.
That's the way he went out.
And I was in Atlanta. I woke my friend up. I told her, I said, “My grandfather called me.” Because I dreamed - it felt so real. She was like, “I didn't hear the phone ring.”