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did it like 5 times as a Directory Assistance Operator that shift was rough and I was young . My Father worked 630 am-230pm in the Post office he would be at work mad early. Even his funeral started on TIME! 🙏🏾


My mother switched from nights (11-7) to 7am-3pm after 25 years. She worked in the Post Office from the time she was 18 until she retired. She wanted to work in the bank she was brilliant with numbers a trait Courtney inherited. The Post Offive called her first and she committed to it and THEN the bank called her....


She was so MAD at herself for not switching sooner. She wanted to spend every second available to us. I SEE that NOW/. We had the same phone number until I was grown. She always left the best impressions. When she died the man that owns the check cashing place told me that my Mother was one of the most responsible people he ever met...How many times did he cash her checks and she spent almost every dime on bills? No Food Stamps. no Jiggets, no Section 8, no NOTHING!!! The lady that works in the bank actually wept because she remembered “GWEN in her PRIME” My Mother who drove everyone anywhere who took my friends to school who took us EVERYWHERE who went to the Bronx EVERY day to see Granny in the hospital for months those tolls and parking after just losing Papa yet going to work every night Aunt Audrey told me GINNY -That’s what MATTERED. She did the best she could and made us strong and independent....


Y’all been on my mind lately because WHO would I be without y’all???? HOW would I have turned out??? I would of been a bird ass bitch dripped in Gucci sleeping in somebodys house room driving a Range! 


I miss y’all dearly yet the memories sustain me. Until we meet again keep slaying my dragons Daddy and Mommy-you always said “save that strength for your KIDS-JJ is all YOU #WCW #Itsalessonifyouleatnsomething #youandKitavoice

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