A message and Painting from my boi' - Ibrahim Yaqut
At the early age of twelve, my nephew Chelal was called in last week by the Higher Power by a lightning strike on the field where he played lead batter and second-baseman on his little league team, the Yankees. Known for being the cool, calm and talented handsome kid with the sharp-tongue (boy was a smart-ass) that didn't like to smile in his pictures. He was my little G. I painted him the day of his funeral for his mother, my sister Sakinah. Just would like to send out a reminder that life is unpredictable, so cherish these moments you have with those you love in this life.