How Iman Dealt with Grief & Finally Accepted David Bowie’s Death 

Yes, but when you get work done, this is the result. Look at Gwen, she'll look like this in her 70s because of plastic surgery.

people want to believe it's skincare, sunscreen, diet, No. she has lots of money for it, which is good for her.

@@Shayne_T You say this on every Iman video......get a life!

@@Shayne_T Uh No sweety this is what you call African genetics! we don't age like bananas like some, especially when we take care of ourselves like I'm sure Iman has.

@@Shayne_T Maybe she has had work done ....but u cannot deny that other parts of her body does match her face..look at her neck or hands...its not aging differently...some people with good care and genetics can look like this...there is always an exception to the rule...

Definitely. Quality at a reasonable price. Started using it before she sold it. Still my favorite foundation.

@@mnqolivia I concur. For as long as they sell my Iman foundation I’m not changing it.

Walmart used to carry it and they discontinued

I would get the lipsticks, from back in the day

@@ritajit4730 me too. I started out with her lipsticks.

She has both inner and outer beauty, which is rare

Wonderful to see 💛

@@theancientsancients1769 Many celebs fake their personality 🙄

@@fashionbeast7089Africans don’t fake their personality.Somalians are like that.

Beautiful Makkah

It's not really, it's from The Bible and gets passed around as motivational memes.

I don’t think it’s from the Bible.

That’s exactly where transformation happened! I remember this place!

@@gunsofbrixton7147 can’t it be divinely inspired!

@Lina’s Tarot-Oracle❤️ That's right! Good morning heartache sit down. Thank you for reminding me of this sing. I have not heard this song in years. I wonder why! It was very popular back in the day.

Sincerest condolences. May God be a source of strength and comfort to you and your family. ❤️

❤️🙏🏽❤️ sorry

God Bless You. He will come to you- just don't freak out when it happens. Not sure how long he can stay; but you will get a visit. It may come through a dream but please 🙏 don't go to a psychic. His Spirit will be around you.

My condolences 💐

my dear plz accept my condolences from the bottom of my heart. May you continue healing everyday. The wounds are still freshh and i cannott imagine the pain you are in. I pray for strength for you n your beautiful family. May he visit you in your dreams and constantly give you much needed comforting hugs and conversations.💚💚🧡❤❤❤❤

He would send her a bouquet of her favorite flowers every single month on the day they met, I believe the 12th. He loved her the way every woman wants to be loved. RIP

Yeah I felt like I was going to die when I found out but I know this is going to sound weird but I think he might be one of my Spirit guides I haven't really told anybody that I also have a set of tarot deck tarot deck that's called the star man tarot

I admire her . She a beautiful woman in and out . They were a rare couples like they were. She forever have beautiful memories. Their daughter is a constant reminder. I truly enjoy her products. I love this interview. Thank you for sharing it.

Most of the more severe illnesses happen to people because an upsetting event occurs in their lives taking them by surprise, unexpectedly, impacting first in the brain, then in the corresponding organ which that part of the brain controls. The end of WWI had absolutely everything to do with the Flu and lung TB outbreak that occurred killing millions. In nature, the biological conflict linked with a territorial fear (just what it means-a fear in your territory, your home, your community, etc.) is a widening of the bronchia (tissue loss). Your body attempts to widen your bronchia in order to allow more air into your lungs to give you more strength and energy to fight to keep your territory safe. Stay with me.......The biological conflict linked with a death fright impacts the lungs. The lungs attempt to grow larger in order to allow more air in because breath equals life, as we all know. No breath equals death. While you are in the fear or death fright conflict, you notice no symptoms of “disease”, except you have cold hands, cold feet, you can’t sleep, you awaken at 3 AM every night, you have little appetite. During the war, millions of people were in fear of the bombing of their homes and cities where the war was most active. Fearing for their lives, their loved ones in the war, their ability to survive. The food in the stores was sparse due to shortages. This lasted for 4 long years! The longer the conflict, the worse the healing phase. Within 2 weeks of the German Chancellor announcing the end of WWI, these millions of people ALL went into the healing phase all at the same time. It is during the healing phase that you experience symptoms of illness! What is the healing phase of the bronchia widening? Severe bronchitis, pneumonia. The body attempts to refill this lost tissue and you experience inflammation, fever, coughing, body aches, fatigue, etc. What is the healing phase of the extra lung tissue that grew? Decomposing of the tissue by TB bacteria and fungi. The symptoms of this healing phase are: severe coughing up of blood and tissue, fever, inflammation, severe mucous, body aches, fatigue. During this decomposing of the extra tissue (tumor), the body expels a lot of protein, and without replenishment, severe protein loss can result in death. Antibiotics did not exist yet. If TB bacteria does not exist in a person or they have been vaccinated against TB (big mistake), then the tumor will simply encapsulate and become dormant and not harm you. Who died during the Spanish Flu? Mainly the poor who could not afford to buy meat and proper nourishment, and the people who were directly impacted by the bombings and destruction of their homes. Millions of people suffered fear and death frights during the fighting of WWI, and millions of people all went into healing at the end of it. Not everyone was affected because not everyone suffered the same way. It’s not a “flu”, it’s not something you “catch”. It’s biological, meaningful, and unavoidable. One hundred years later, a Fear Campaign begins, using the media to spread it......

Same.

Frr

She doesn’t refer to him as her “late husband” because he’s alive! She’s a deceiver just like her husband faking his “death.” He know lives under the pseudonym Jack Steven! Please research on your own before y’all crucify me in here.😆

@@ibrahimabdi6285 I know exactly wyta🤭stumbled across a video about that

peace, love my beloved Somali . From Ethiopia

@@user-xm8lb7rx8s thank you 🥺🥺

yes, gorgeous, but Lots of work done like Gwen stefani, don't act surprised.

@@Shayne_T And suddenly light skinned

Iman have a balanced in life of spiritual and physical. That's the reason she aged gracefully inside and outside.

@@Shayne_T Yes, she has, but she also survived a bad car accident in '83 in which she sustained a fractured cheekbone, eye socket, and collarbone, to say the least. So however much "work" she's had done, her PS is a genius and Iman is still the epitome of beauty, style, elegance, and grace. It's obvious that in spite of the passage of time, the camera still adores her.

I dont know what you all takking about, be we have people here on the islands that are 70 years and more wrinkle free. I guess petroleum vaseline, cocoa butter and coconut oil do wonders.

I have loved her cosmetics for almost 20 years. I used to love buying them at the holidays in the department stores in our local mall. I don’t see them in the stores like I used to.

Yes, I was on it. That was my line!

💯

Before Fenty there was Iman Cosmetics.

Yep I remember Riri using her brand before going on stage. She is as u said a pioneer!

Same. No disrespect to Naomi Campbell but.... Iman was the first face of Black beauty. I wish people would stop referring to Naomi as the Black queen of the modeling industry and give Iman her flowers

Yes, but Iman bullied her first daughter (by another man) to lose weight, keep skinny and not SHAME her (iman) by getting fat.

@@ranakeen9884 Really, i dont doubt this. She has no love for 1s daughter. She was in jamaica with her as a child.

Beautifully said!

@@timewilltell5476 serious wow. You know no love between them huh. How dare you.

She is stunningly beautiful

lol u need glasses....she hasnt looked 36 in 2 decades...looks 55 here ...and on top she had face surgeries, injected with Botox to the gills..all her unhealthy rockn roll life had caught up...Ahe looks liek any other 63 year old at the time of the interview....haggerad face and wrinkley neck...just her forehead and cheeks are injected... - today this is an outdated look, when plastic surgery was new in the 2000s....tons of peopel in LA with that look, and it's worse in person.

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone, means you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's bound, it's too wise to comprehend yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her, eat with her, break bread with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat beside her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed, cried and fought sometimes. We even parted ways but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even in betrayal. Whether near or far I always felt her heartbeat and She mine. Love showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend, every now and then she was the enemy that once was, but never truly was. She was A family member or even a cherished pet. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many stories and tales of past present and future journeys and I shared mine with her. We shared our defeats and victories. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied the both of us together. We rose like a Phoenix from the ashes, freed from the chains of our pride that served to humble us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your sweet aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

Yes way-Her, Beverly Johnson, Jayne Kennedy, and a few others that were boxed out by #ageism....but still look timeless.

@@stavros333 very beautiful poem

Easily!!! she was 63 there - and looks liek bad face surgery....that took its toll...the botox forehead, the puffed cheeks, in combination with wrinkle handds and neck....do u need more clues?

Absolutely agree. She’s iconic.

lol, its a shame that they call models to these Instagram folks and or thrashy Kardashians models..but Iman is the true model

@@lotusgrl444 No one considers the Kardashian girls as Instagram models lets be clear those girls are businesswomen. Now the Jenner girl is a model.

Literally 😍

What about her do you still recognize

Iman is queenly. Her beauty depicts those qualities of a real queen. Just adore her❤️😍

That’s exactly what I was going to comment. Such a regal woman

Always

This interview had me glued to the TV -Iman is legendary 🙏🏻💖 Tamron did a fantastic job - I love her even more -- 2 Queens 👑 beautiful ladies of color

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone then you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's reach, too wise to comprehend and yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her and eat with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat with her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed and fought, sometimes parted but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even when forgotten, near of far I always felt her heart and She mine. Loved showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend and every now and then ,she was the enemy that once was. A family member or pet even. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many tales of past present and future and I told Her mine. We loss together and won. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied us. We rose from our ashes like a Phoenix and our chains freed us from our pride and humbled us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first to you or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

100% agree Iman is such an amazing Woman 💕

Iman, I admire so much! So grounded and sensible and intelligent. She stirs my imagination of the old world of Egypt, Ethiopia an d that region of the developed world then. Beautiful!

Love you Tamaron.

Him and mick jagger slept together .Iman with a gay man!

​@@lc-il6wrthere's a thing called bisexuality educate yourself

@@bluemelody... GROSS. I don't wanna educate myself on that subject. Why would she be with someone like that? Desperate

@@lc-il6wr ever heard about love? You have so much to learn.

@@bluemelody... I would have to love him from a f a R. Im not down with that homosexuality bisexual stuff! I couldn't be with him at all! She's not strong like me!

I feel ya

Same here

Same here my husband passed away 9yrs ago too. Some people say, u speak about it husband as if he was alive, I tell them, yes for me he is. Bless u

You gotta cry and let them know it’s okay to cry and feel sadness. Teach your children how to grieve . It’s okay let it out. I’m sorry for your loss.

Please accept my condolence...I cannot imagine how u feel.. sending u love and light..

@@nicolataylor536 thank you 🙏

I’m sorry for your loss

Pleeease cry.

That's how she speaks...... she's not emotional, you should watch her previous interviews🤝🏾

@@ThePlotBuyer I’ve been watching her at least 40 years.

That's fantastic

@@ThePlotBuyer Agree.. but faced w lockdown & having to face her grief head on in that situation - may have sensitized her…? glad to see she is moving past it now - sooo strong - аlways has been.. feel for her as they shared a very special bond . Love David Bowie.. very special human. She will always love him eternally…💛✨✨

@@ThePlotBuyer I agree with you, Iman has a kind of forceful speaking voice. But I see her sadness around the edges here. On the verge of tears. My heart breaks for her. My best friend, my dear sister, passed away in July. A part of me died the day she died. So I’m seeing firsthand about grief. I admire Iman’s strength. I’m not strong like her. I’m sitting here crying.

....CUREL ULTRA HEALING INTENSIVE LOTION FOR EXTRA DRY TIGHT SKIN....it's at WALGREENS DARLING...use it at night before bed EVERYWHERE....and of course during the day....you are welcome....lol....

So very sorry for your loss.

My condolences xx

❤❤❤

Sorry for your loss may the God of all comfort be your comforter.

I am so sorry for your loss. May you know comfort from your memories of him.

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone, means you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's bound, it's too wise to comprehend yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her, eat with her, break bread with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat beside her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed, cried and fought sometimes. We even parted ways but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even in betrayal. Whether near or far I always felt her heartbeat and She mine. Love showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend, every now and then she was the enemy that once was, but never truly was. She was A family member or even a cherished pet. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many stories and tales of past present and future journeys and I shared mine with her. We shared our defeats and victories. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied the both of us together. We rose like a Phoenix from the ashes, freed from the chains of our pride that served to humble us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your sweet aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone, means you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's bound, it's too wise to comprehend yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her, eat with her, break bread with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat beside her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed, cried and fought sometimes. We even parted ways but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even in betrayal. Whether near or far I always felt her heartbeat and She mine. Love showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend, every now and then she was the enemy that once was, but never truly was. She was A family member or even a cherished pet. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many stories and tales of past present and future journeys and I shared mine with her. We shared our defeats and victories. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied the both of us together. We rose like a Phoenix from the ashes, freed from the chains of our pride that served to humble us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your sweet aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

Remember the Times is by Michael Jackson!

isn't just what you do but what you don't do. Not just what you did but how you did it. Not just what you said but how you said it. Love is so simple yet the simple make it so hard. Love Is full of knowledge yet even the smart don't get it. Love doesn't cost a fortune yet fortunes are spent trying to gain it. Love does demand of you yet you are not willing to sacrifice for it. Those who only seek what love can give and do for them, do nothing for love and others and in such selfish pursuit, in turn rob themselves of love's best gift. Make this year the year you seek to sow love and not just reap it. Be love and not just think it. Do love and not just say it. Talk love and just don't fake it. Seek love and just don't chase it. Embrace it but don't enslave it, share it but don't dare boast in it. Enjoy it but don't abuse it. Free it and watch it come back. Invest in it and watch it pay back. Wash your life in it, light your darkness with it, eat your food with it conduct your business with it and above all else Serve God in it. For whatever love is and is not, it's all of, for and From Him. He is LOVE! " By Steven Gooden

Wow! Didn’t know that! Thanks for sharing!

She don't 🦜 about that African American Black daughter. I can't stand her

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone then you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's reach, too wise to comprehend and yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her and eat with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat with her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed and fought, sometimes parted but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even when forgotten, near of far I always felt her heart and She mine. Loved showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend and every now and then ,she was the enemy that once was. A family member or pet even. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many tales of past present and future and I told Her mine. We loss together and won. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied us. We rose from our ashes like a Phoenix and our chains freed us from our pride and humbled us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first to you or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

Agreed. When my husband died Heaven gained another beautiful angel, but I lost my soul mate. I understand that death is a part of life, but the sting still hurts like hell. I refuse to date because in my heart and soul, I'm still married and belong to my husband. I'm open to finding love again the future. But if I don't that's ok too. I will always cherish what I had with my husband.

@@bosslady7611 We're never as strong, as we are until we have to be. Never Do as much, unless the need we see. Only give our best, when we fail at mediocrity. We Love rather than hate when we admit we're one humanity. We always give more, when compassion moves our heart with unbridled generosity. We Become more of our potential when we are made to see, that clearly our minds can believe in unfathomable possibilities, while seizing every opportunity, here in lies one's destiny. More than our scars, higher than our stars, for in our flaws are what defines our features, they're uniquely ours, as human creatures. We can run faster than on our slowest day. Reason better, and thinking it through all the way, regardless which direction our emotions may sway. We can find our voice when speechless, our strong words with meekness and our Courage in weakness. Always patience not quickness. Silence for peace than loudness, quietness of fear, not hopeless, for time and effort are equally unbiased. We are more than the stories we're told, we're the one's we write, each page unfold. We are the sum of our Lies and truth, fantasy, fiction, faith, and myths, no matter how uncouth. These are what shape us, our lives lived is the proof. We can be more right than wrong. More just than judge. More godlike than unlike. Reflecting Sunlight in our darkest night. Providing refuge. Never more alive until we die within and begin again. A Human Ark Divine in our human spark. by Steven Gooden

Isn’t she stunning here?!

She's not 50, she's 66!! WOW!

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone, means you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's bound, it's too wise to comprehend yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her, eat with her, break bread with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat beside her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed, cried and fought sometimes. We even parted ways but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even in betrayal. Whether near or far I always felt her heartbeat and She mine. Love showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend, every now and then she was the enemy that once was, but never truly was. She was A family member or even a cherished pet. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many stories and tales of past present and future journeys and I shared mine with her. We shared our defeats and victories. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied the both of us together. We rose like a Phoenix from the ashes, freed from the chains of our pride that served to humble us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your sweet aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

The most beautiful of them all. Really. East african is the most beautiful of them all

Iman, I simply adore you. The epitome of a phenomenal woman, that you are.

Grief is Grief. If you love and live with that person

Yes you get the younger ones through it with your strength, you get everyone through then your time comes to release all that you have held. Then you are able to go on

My dad died 7 months ago I still won’t go out

@@realtv1494mine about a year ago next month. Being a daddy's girl, I'm thinking your dad wants you to be free, happy, love and to live. Call a friend or relative and go out, dare to have a little good fun. The truth will make you free.

Agreed.

Yesssssssssssssss!!

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone then you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's reach, too wise to comprehend and yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her and eat with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat with her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed and fought, sometimes parted but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even when forgotten, near of far I always felt her heart and She mine. Loved showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend and every now and then ,she was the enemy that once was. A family member or pet even. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many tales of past present and future and I told Her mine. We loss together and won. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied us. We rose from our ashes like a Phoenix and our chains freed us from our pride and humbled us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first to you or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

Wow, what an incredible memory.

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone, means you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's bound, it's too wise to comprehend yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her, eat with her, break bread with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat beside her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed, cried and fought sometimes. We even parted ways but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even in betrayal. Whether near or far I always felt her heartbeat and She mine. Love showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend, every now and then she was the enemy that once was, but never truly was. She was A family member or even a cherished pet. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many stories and tales of past present and future journeys and I shared mine with her. We shared our defeats and victories. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied the both of us together. We rose like a Phoenix from the ashes, freed from the chains of our pride that served to humble us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your sweet aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

Met her few years ago on my red carpet coverage assignment. She was right in front of me as I was photographing her and Zac Posen together. She’s so graceful and carries herself very well. And my heavens she smells phenomenal and owned the room leaving a fragrant trail. I’ll never forget it. I need to frame my image of her along with many of my red carpet coverage work. You hit the nail in everything you said she is. Truly a Queen and iconic!

I loved loved loved her makeup

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone, means you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's bound, it's too wise to comprehend yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her, eat with her, break bread with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat beside her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed, cried and fought sometimes. We even parted ways but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even in betrayal. Whether near or far I always felt her heartbeat and She mine. Love showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend, every now and then she was the enemy that once was, but never truly was. She was A family member or even a cherished pet. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many stories and tales of past present and future journeys and I shared mine with her. We shared our defeats and victories. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied the both of us together. We rose like a Phoenix from the ashes, freed from the chains of our pride that served to humble us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your sweet aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

That is beautiful

The lipsticks were my favorite - Iman was thinking of us long before anyone else was.

Me to I wish she would relaunch

👍🏾 yes

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone, means you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's bound, it's too wise to comprehend yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her, eat with her, break bread with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat beside her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed, cried and fought sometimes. We even parted ways but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even in betrayal. Whether near or far I always felt her heartbeat and She mine. Love showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend, every now and then she was the enemy that once was, but never truly was. She was A family member or even a cherished pet. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many stories and tales of past present and future journeys and I shared mine with her. We shared our defeats and victories. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied the both of us together. We rose like a Phoenix from the ashes, freed from the chains of our pride that served to humble us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your sweet aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

Amen 🙏🏽

I agree..she still has the somali accent after almost 50 years in America.

​@@tulip9764That accent do not goes away easily.

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone then you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's reach, too wise to comprehend and yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her and eat with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat with her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed and fought, sometimes parted but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even when forgotten, near of far I always felt her heart and She mine. Loved showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend and every now and then ,she was the enemy that once was. A family member or pet even. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many tales of past present and future and I told Her mine. We loss together and won. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied us. We rose from our ashes like a Phoenix and our chains freed us from our pride and humbled us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first to you or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone then you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's reach, too wise to comprehend and yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her and eat with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat with her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed and fought, sometimes parted but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even when forgotten, near of far I always felt her heart and She mine. Loved showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend and every now and then ,she was the enemy that once was. A family member or pet even. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many tales of past present and future and I told Her mine. We loss together and won. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied us. We rose from our ashes like a Phoenix and our chains freed us from our pride and humbled us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first to you or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone then you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's reach, too wise to comprehend and yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her and eat with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat with her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed and fought, sometimes parted but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even when forgotten, near of far I always felt her heart and She mine. Loved showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend and every now and then ,she was the enemy that once was. A family member or pet even. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many tales of past present and future and I told Her mine. We loss together and won. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied us. We rose from our ashes like a Phoenix and our chains freed us from our pride and humbled us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first to you or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

Pls accept my condolences. I will pray for you . Try and keep yrself busy and never lose faith in God .

You will

@@Aurora-uh9nk 🙏thank you

I lost my mother in 2006, and you are so right about hiding your grief for those around you.As the years pass they just expect you to have accepted the rhetoric of : them "being in a better place", etc.Christmas and Mothers Day are the worst.

Unfortunately, *women of color* would not do the same for her! *Black women* across the globe must stand together in *unison!* To see everlasting change! Period 🤷🏽

Iman self hate. Her skin color is the reason!

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone, means you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's bound, it's too wise to comprehend yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her, eat with her, break bread with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat beside her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed, cried and fought sometimes. We even parted ways but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even in betrayal. Whether near or far I always felt her heartbeat and She mine. Love showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend, every now and then she was the enemy that once was, but never truly was. She was A family member or even a cherished pet. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many stories and tales of past present and future journeys and I shared mine with her. We shared our defeats and victories. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied the both of us together. We rose like a Phoenix from the ashes, freed from the chains of our pride that served to humble us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your sweet aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

So sorry for your loss.. this came to me on 4 1/2 mos. While waiting for a medical professional call me as I'm not well... I loved David Bowie & his wife sure is beautiful 😍 anyway, you're not alone. Peace to u.

I meant to add @Denise I lost my husband 4 mos ago 2021 also*

Don't Weep For Me in Sorrow but in Joy. To have lived and loved anything or anyone or been loved by anything or someone then you were given life's highest reward, the Gift of Love, for to have loved and been loved is no greater achievement. Love is too abundant to count, immeasurably measurless in it's reach, too wise to comprehend and yet infinitely finite in each experience. I've lived to sip tea with her and eat with her. I've walked and ran with her and sometimes just sat with her. Love wept with me and I with She. We laughed and fought, sometimes parted but always returned. Love loved in every situation whether poor or rich. In our pain or pleasure, disappointments or surprises. Love was loyal even when forgotten, near of far I always felt her heart and She mine. Loved showed up at times as a stranger, other times a friend and every now and then ,she was the enemy that once was. A family member or pet even. I heard her voice in the woo of the morning dove or the purr of a kitten. She sang to me in the melody of a song or spoke to me in the refrain of a poem. She told me many tales of past present and future and I told Her mine. We loss together and won. Our shared suffering only strengthened the bond that tied us. We rose from our ashes like a Phoenix and our chains freed us from our pride and humbled us. Thank you Love for every gaze in your eyes, every kiss and embrace. I got to pass you by and breathe your aroma, hear your voice and taste the fruit of your love.I held you as a baby, maybe I was the baby held. We both gave each other life. If I say goodbye first to you or you to me, it won't matter for our love spans beyond the gap of death. Our Love In any amount is more than any tea cup of one lifetime could hold. My moment with you was an eternity and I am grateful. Don't weep for me in Sorrow but in Joy, for I have tasted Love. We passed in both the light and night of Life. - Steven F Gooden -

@@WilliamsJecob_ hi thank you for your comment, sure I can chat