A litle more about Loofah

He was only eleven years old.

He had his own song. Whenever Queen’s “Mustapha” came on the stereo, I’d follow him around singing “Loofah-fa Loofah-fa Loofah-fa Ibrahim.”

When I got home yesterday evening he was lying in the sink. It was kind of sad but also cute. I took his picture there. It’s the last picture I have of Loofah alive:

I feel a little bit better today. I think that crying for hours nonstop last night helped.