Memories can be painful or joyful. Theycan set you up for a fall, or they can make you feel something so incredible- you just can’t put it into words. Think of an artist you have dear memories associated with. Now imagine you have been told they have died.

Today, aged only 44 years old- Heavy D died. His song, Now That We Found Love was the ONE song I played in the car from the drive from France to Italy when I was 4 or 5 years old. I played it over and over in the car. I remember my mum buying it from Our Price before we all went on holiday, and it was the only song that was played. I associate the song with not only a family holiday- but with being utterly care free. When I play this song, I feel about 5 years old again in the back of the car singing and dancing to this song.

I’ve no idea what the cause of death was for Heavy’s death, but he was far too young. He had  a distinctive voice within  the rap community. He didn’t have to use violent lyrics to reach you. He was fun and just a pleasure to listen to. He was one of the first rappers I remember hearing. I guess it was him that got me into rap. I suppose Notorious B.I.G summed it up, “It was all a dream. I used to read Word Up! magazine. Salt ‘n’ Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine.”

Heavy D gave me memories that, for that part of my life- are really the only good ones I have. They are the only ones I can really look back on and smile. Thank you D. I hope that wherever you are, you’re at peace. You’re going to be missed.