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Demetrius, My Heart…

Written by Angels in Light

August 23, 2020

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It has been 27 years, 9 months, 28 days and 3 hours since I lost the most important person in my life, my son, Demetrius Cortez Broussard. Dee was a really funny person. He loved playing any part and whenever he saw an opening, he would jump in.

My son once asked if he could use my car. I said, “Boy you had better learn to take the bus, you weren’t born in a car. He came back with, “Ma, I wasn’t born on the bus, either!” Needless to say, I handed him the keys.

Two of the things about Dee that made me so proud was how he treated his kids and how he treated elderly people. He came to one of my birthday parties and worked the room. Going around to all of the seniors, complimenting them on what they had on, and asking them to save him a dance. They loved it and they loved him!

He was dedicated to all of his children and their siblings. He was called “Daddy” by most and “Daddy Dee” by others. Dee was like the Pied Piper when it came to kids.  Once, my Aunt 20 years older than me, had a birthday party and Dee came with all his kids. When he got there, he said to my Aunt, “Auntie Baby Lee, I didn’t know there would be no kids here.” My aunt said “Oh, Dee, don’t worry about it. He said, “Good because my kids are hungry and I didn’t want to cook!” Everyone laughed, of course.

I miss my baby. The hole in my heart will never be filled.

On October 31st, I will light candles for my lost love ones. I will send balloons to the heavens knowing my people-person baby will smile and gather the others to come see my tribute to all of them.

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