(WIB) – I did not know Malcolm-Jamal Warner personally, but like many who followed his artistry, I felt a connection — and felt seen.

When I heard of his drowning, like so many others, I was shocked. Not Theo Huxtable — that beloved character who introduced us to Warner: a teenager whose charm, missteps, and achievements created space for young Black male identity on screen? But through his art, I also saw someone who embodied a different kind of masculinity — vulnerable, curious, kind, understated, intelligent.

We do not decide when the waters call us home.

His death, as sudden and tragic as it was, reminded me of something sacred: life is but a vapor. We do not choose when it ends. We do not decide when the waters call us home. Like many, in the days following his death, I turned to t

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