Wu Stitch and Nicole

Years had passed since Nicole’s departure from this world, but her presence was still deeply felt in my heart. I often found myself reminiscing about her, her support, her kindness, and her generosity. She had been a beacon of light during some of the darkest days of my life. The impact she had on me was profound, and it was a heavy burden to bear knowing that she was no longer here to share in my triumphs and struggles. Among the myriad of memories, there was one particular gift from Nicole that held a special place in my heart – a black-framed Roach TV logo embroidered by Wu Stitch, a master of the craft. This gift was a symbol of her belief in me, a reminder of her love, and the journey we had shared. Over the years, it had become one of my most treasured possessions. Throughout my countless moves, the places I had lived, and the times I was left without a place to call home, the black frame with Nicole’s gift remained by my side. As if it were an anchor in the stormy seas, the embroidered logo became a constant reminder of my dreams and aspirations. After many years of hard work, sacrifice, and relentless dedication to my craft, I had finally built a makeshift home studio – a humble space adorned with my Bluebird microphone, audio equipment, and instruments. As I stood in the small space of creativity, looking at the empty wall next to the recording setup, I knew exactly what needed to be there. I carefully took the black frame from its protective casing, running my fingers over the intricately embroidered Roach TV logo, feeling the texture of the threads that bound not only the fabric but also the unbreakable connection between Nicole and me. With a sense of reverence, I hung the frame on the wall adjacent to my recording setup, ensuring it was perfectly aligned and secure. The presence of the frame transformed the space, filling it with an indescribable warmth and sense of purpose. Every time I stepped up to the microphone, I could feel Nicole’s spirit, her unwavering belief in me, and the support that had transcended the boundaries of life and death. As I stood there, gazing at the frame, my mind wandered through the memories we had shared. We hadn’t always seen eye to eye, but I knew that deep down, Nicole’s heart was pure, and her love for me was unconditional. The thought of her brought a mixture of both joy and sorrow – a longing for the moments we had shared and the knowledge that her presence would always be a part of my journey.