SOLOMON McKINLEY WALKER

i love you

I will never forget meeting Solomon for the first time. I was introduced by his sister and we grew to b inseparable. Solomon, bro, you taught me SO much and this i will never forget. It still seems like your still there with me sometimes, at the board. I can feel your spirit. I taught my closest everything we learned together. I miss us being in the studio or at veronica's or your mom's house. Shout out o Big Cory! Listen, we all are a family and we are all in this together. Keep your head up because that's what our fallen brother wants us to do. What up family I love you all!!!!

Tru-Phylinz a.k.a. Phillip Bennett

Dead Black Man with Living Black Talents

I write these farewell words to my long lost brother
To my distant relative
To my barely knew you, barely talked to you, never even been

to your house
but knew we were related in spirit kin folk dead and gone now.
To my grew up with me, but 500 miles away from me church

brother who just lost his battle with an age old plague of

malignance named after the astrological sign under which I was

born: Cancer

I want to apologize to you on the eve of your passing
Not because I didn't call or visit, because that was not

expected
Not because I didn't think about you more, because that wasn't

even
an expectation of ours
But I apologize to you because I didn't respect your work-
the labor of your hands

The last time I saw you breathing, you said to me
“Big Sims, I make beats now. You gotta CD player in your car?

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And I thought to myself, another unemployed Black man
with a copy of protools
Or fruitloops trying to beSwissbeats. And as I reluctantly,

led you to my car,
I was hoping you would find something else to do with your

life.

But all my capitalistic jargon stopped when I heard that music

you made. And as you explained to me that you played the bass,
piano, drums, and guitar on the same song, my nose,
stuck up straight in the air, came down to a point of

jealousy,
knowing you had Black talents that I could never acquire.
Knowing you were creating work to stand in the place
of your 25 year old cold body.

When I asked you for a copy of that CD, you told me…not yet.
As if it were not valuable enough to me.
At your funeral, I hope they pass out that cd instead of your

obituary.
I hope they blare your music during the family processional.
I hope they put one cd on each seat in the padded pew of the

church.
I hope that as those cars drive through the city on their way
from the church to the graveyard, everyone throws copies of

your cd
out the window for the whole city of phoenix to hear,
So that they know you were here.
A Black man with Living Black talents.
For when all our bodies are cold and still in the ground,
it is our work, that might outlive our memory.

Hiram Sims

i will miss you all thow i only knew you for a short amount of time miss that smile and laughs...hugs to the sky u are trully missed by me

HE MAN I GUESS IT SO HARD FOR ME AFTER ALL THIS TIME. JUST TO KNOW I CANT SAY WATS GOOD MAN AND HEAR YOUR VOICE TALKING BACK TO ME. EVERYDAY ITS CRAZY TO ME MAN. YOU MY LITTLE BRO, BUT I KNOW THE TIMES WE SHARE WILL BE IN MY HEART FOREVER. I WISH WE COULD HAVE WENT TO CALI ONE LAST TIME. WE WAS TALKING BOUT IT. NEVER MADE IT HAPPEN THOUGH BUT I'M GOING TO GO FOR THE BOTH OF US AND ENJOY IT FOR THE BOTH OF US. LOOK UPON US MAN AND HOLD US CLOSE. I KNOW THE LORD HAS YOUE SPIRIT.

You will always live in our hearts and prayers.

I miss you so much brother...i dont know what to say. Some days are hard to even get up out the bed. I miss you so much. It hurt so bad. I lay at night thinking or walking the floor wondering what we would be doing right now if you were here. I know we would be laughing over something crazy or talking about something serious. I miss you, i cant express it enough. I love you brother...wish this didnt have to happen so soon like that. Solli....my heart

Sometimes



Sometimes -- I see dead people.

Well on Facebook anyway.

Your profile sits on

display like obituaries.

Friend counts that cout

just a fraction of

the number of lives

you've touched

your short time here.



Pictures tend to tell stories

of better times passed,

and memories play like movies

in the drive-in theatre

of my mind.

Wall post are like

the roses people bring

that you'll never get to smell.

And suddenly I feel guilty.



Sometimes -- these dead people

show up in my chat box.

Your name always seems to

tug a bit harder at my heart strings

everytime I see it.

And it's a temptation not to

click on your name,

my fingers burn with so many

things I've wanted to tell you.



Questions I have that

now can never be answered.

You won't know how many

times I've wanted to ask you

questions like:

What's it like on the other side?

Is death as scary as

I think it is?

Are you still in pain?



So many things I

wanted to tell you,

but I neglected to say

when I had the chance like,

Keep your head up.

Me and the fam are praying for you.

Don't give up yet man,

keep fighting.

You have plenty to live for.



Sometimes I cry when

I think about it.

So many times I wonder

what could've been if

I would've sent you a chat

on some of those nights

you spent alone in hospital bed.



Sometimes I wonder if

you would've ever needed

dialisis or life support

if I had have been

better at emotional support.



Sometimes I wonder if

your kidney's would've fought

a little harder if they knew

I had a spare waiting in reserve,

ready to answer the call of duty.



Sometimes I wonder if

your heart would've beat

just a little while longer

if it knew at least one more heart

was cheering him on from the sidelines.



But part of me knows

what you would say before I ask.



You would tell me

not to dwell on yesterdays,

but learn from them today

and build better tomorrows.



You would tell me

to take the flowers


I never gave you


and spread them to

everyone that can still smell them.



You would finally tell me

not to worry about you.

That you're doing just fine

and to not spend my time

on this side

worrying about what it's like

on the other side.



You would simply tell me to live.



Rest in Peace Solomon



Gabriel I. Green

October 25, 2010 ©

Solomon my little brother oh how I miss you so much...You were not only my brother but my best friend. I know you are in a better place, and in good hands but I miss you. There is so much I wanna tell you. Vaya is getting big and you would have loved her she jokes and smiles just like you.
Words can not express how I am happy that your not hurting anymore but I love and miss you so much, I feel my heart is broken. How some days I can just cry but I know you had to go. I know one day it will mend. Time heals all wounds. Rest easy brother for I will see you when its my time. I love you! Your in my heart and soul forever!

There are some things in life you never forget -- for me it's someone's smile. And Solomon had enough smiles for the whole world!

It was a blessing to have watched Solomon grow from a toddler to a man and still remain pleasant, mannerable, and still have a smile. I am blessed to know his dear family and to have known him.

Solomon no longer has to "Remember The Day [He] Saw The Light" for he is now with the Light, and there is no better place for him to be. Thank you Solomon for smiling on me!

My prayers are with the Walker Family! It was a pleasure to have known Bro. Solomon and watch him grow from a little toddler to a man. I remember most his smile and laughter -- always had a smile not matter what!

Solomon no longer has to "Remember the Day he Saw The Light" for now he is with the Light. Shine on Solomon and we look forward to seeing your beautiful spirit and smile again!

" I remember the day I saw the light".... That song is dear to my heart and I can still remember you singing this song... I came home from the meeting singing it for months.... it really touched my heart.... my love and prayers go out to your family during this time....

To a friend and a little brother. I will never forget you my young friend and brother. I am sad that you are gone but I know that your pain you suffered is gone. Rest in peace and we will meet again.

I shed so many tears because I knew a wonderful person would be physically missing from all of our lives. So many memories we have as we grew up will continue to stay in my heart. My boys Hezekiah and Xavier never forgot you, that alone meant to me that you were someone great and never to be forgotton....We will miss your luagh, your side grin when you thought someone was talkin crazy, and most of all through your turmoil your strength! All my love to you and the Family....

Debbie Winrow- Stewart

I will always remember Solomon's smile and bright eyes. Even as a child he drew attention. We will miss Solomon, but are thankful for the life that he lived, which touched so many. Blessings and prayers to the entire Walker family, my Friends.

Solomon was a funny and very caring brother. I am so sorry that things didn't turn out for the best for him according to what we want. But he's in better hands, the best hands that he could be in. I miss him soooo much, soooooo much. I love him soooooo much and there is always a place in my heart for him that no one will ever be able to take. Love you Solomon and I know that you will always be with us. My God bless you and rest in peace.

I am glad that I had the opportunity to know Solomon.

He was a few years older than my daughter but he always looked out for her when they were in Jacob's Band together.

I will miss him joking around and his smile.

My love to all the Walker family.

Solomon was a great person whom I will miss dearly. I'll never forget the laughs we shared and the words of encouragement that he use to give me when I was the H.O.J misfit back in the day. My prayers go out to the family... R.I.P Solomon, glad I was blessed to have know you, gone but never forgotten.

In times like this it great to know that you can lean upon the Lord and He will carry you through. We will continue to keep each of you in our daily prayers. Solomon's wonderful smile and loving personality will remain in our hearts. He was always so great with showing interest in his younger cousins, and speaking with us older ones as well, and that will truly be missed, but not forgotten.