Snoop Dogg’s Heartfelt Tribute: Remembering His Beloved Grandkid Through Their 7 Cherished

Snoop Dogg is famous for his music, but his role as a grandfather shows a different side of him, one filled with joy, loss, and deep love for his family.

Born Calvin Cordozar Broadus Jr., Snoop Dogg has created a career that goes beyond just music; he is also a committed family man. He has been married to Shante Broadus since 1997 and is a father to four children: Corde, 30; Cordell, 27; Cori, 25; and Julian, 26, from a previous relationship.

Over the years, Snoop’s family has expanded, and he is now a proud grandfather, with each grandchild holding a special place in his heart. He is particularly devoted to keeping the memory of one grandchild who passed away alive, ensuring that their legacy continues in the family.

In 2007, Snoop shared his family values while promoting his reality show, “Snoop Dogg’s Father Hood,” which aimed to show the less visible side of hip-hop artists as family men.

Speaking to “People,” Snoop said, “I have kids, and I always play my music for them. I like to know what they like. They think I’m old, but I feel young.”

Looking back on his journey as a father, he said, “Ninety percent of rappers grew up without fathers, but most of them become fathers to their kids. We don’t often get credit for that. We become real men when we reach this point in our lives.”

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The coach for Season 26 of “The Voice” has stayed actively involved with his family as it has grown. In a 2015 interview with “Today,” he humbly rated himself as “about a 7-plus” as a father, noting areas where he wants to improve.

“My relationship with my kids is more important than anything. It’s a friendship… it’s based on me being a father, a mentor, and a friend,” he said.

When asked about being a grandfather, Snoop said he planned to be a lenient one, describing himself as a “gullible, get-away-with-everything kind of grandpa.”

Recalling his first experience as a grandparent, he shared, “It’s just a spark of joy to look into his eyes and hold him. I thank my oldest son for making me a grandfather.”

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Snoop Dogg’s extended family is a big part of his life. In January 2024, he talked about his grandkids on “The Jennifer Hudson Show,” explaining how each grandchild calls him “Papa Snoop.” This name comes from a nickname his oldest grandson gave him when he was little.

Snoop said, “[My grandkids are] different ages and sizes, but I love them all the same. Actually, my oldest [grandson’s] birthday is today, so I’m on my way to his birthday party.”

He remembered how his oldest grandchild first called him “Papa Noop” because he couldn’t say “Snoop” properly at first.

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After his family grew, Snoop faced the tragic loss of one grandchild, which has deeply affected him and his family.

In September 2019, Snoop’s grandson, Kai Love, passed away just 10 days after birth. Snoop shared a heartfelt message on social media, reposting a note that read, “If you’re facing something you don’t understand: Choose to trust God. Remember all He has done for you. His ways are higher than ours. He is always good.”

The post showed Snoop’s faith during his family’s sorrow and received many supportive comments from followers.

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One user wrote, “I’m so sorry for your loss. Children are precious gifts from God, but sometimes he takes them back… sweet little Kai RIP… God bless and comfort all who love him….” Another added, “Sorry for your [loss]. God Bless=.” A third user said, “Prayers for you and your family.”

Kai’s parents, Snoop’s son Corde Broadus and his wife, Soraya Love, were heartbroken by the loss. On what would have been Kai’s fourth birthday, Soraya posted a touching tribute on Instagram, sharing her grief and newfound purpose.

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“Happy heavenly birthday to my 1st son Kai Love who passed away on 9-15-2019,” she wrote, explaining the pain of losing a child due to a heart defect. Soraya added, “…I know God used this painful time in our lives to help me reach out to others in need of faith and self-awareness.”

Soraya’s post also described how losing her son motivated her to lead a life dedicated to wellness, spirituality, and supporting the community.

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Kai’s legacy inspired Corde and Soraya to start the “Kai Heart Foundation,” which aims to spread love and healing through community support.

In a March 2024 post, Soraya shared, “We would love to partner with organizations that help heal, educate, and assist people with LOVE. This is our purpose, and we want to keep giving back to the community.”

In December 2022, Soraya explained, “I started the Kai Heart Foundation in 2019 after my son Kai passed away from a heart defect. He inspired me to help others through acts of LOVE and a healthy lifestyle.”

She expressed gratitude for the guidance she felt from Kai and her faith, inviting support from the community. “Today was magical. Love you all, and if you want to donate for the next event, let me know.”

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After experiencing both joy and sadness with the loss of baby Kai, Snoop has continued to embrace his growing family, with each grandchild bringing unique joy and purpose into his life.

Snoop first became a grandfather in January 2015 when his grandson, Zion Kalvin Broadus, was born to Corde and his then-girlfriend Jessica Kyzer.

Proud of this new role, Snoop posted a video saying, “Proud grandad. My son spank n grandson Zion!!Jah bless.” Zion, now 9 years old, is a constant reminder of the family’s growth and Snoop’s commitment to being “Papa Snoop.”

In August 2018, Snoop’s family grew again with the birth of Elleven Love Broadus, Corde’s daughter with Soraya.

Soraya celebrated Elleven’s fifth birthday in 2023 with an emotional Instagram post, writing, “HAPPY 5th BORN DAY TO MY 1st BORN E11EVEN this little Queen taught me how to be a mom when I didn’t know how to change a diaper.”

Elleven brought healing and love into Soraya’s life, adding to Snoop’s family legacy.

In March 2019, Cordoba Journey Broadus was born to Snoop’s son Cordell and his wife Phia. Now 5, Cordoba has shared special moments with Snoop, including attending a Chanel fashion show with him in May 2023.

In February 2021, Snoop welcomed another grandchild, Sky Love Broadus, who is Corde and Soraya’s third child. Shante Broadus, Snoop’s wife, posted about her excitement, saying, “I’m so happy my 5th grandbaby boy was born today .”

In March 2021, Cordell and Phia welcomed their daughter, Chateau Broadus. Shante celebrated her arrival, saying, “I Was Down Earlier But She Just Took All Of That Away  My 6th GrandBaby Girl #ChateauBroadus .”

In May 2023, Snoop introduced his youngest grandchild, Symphony Sol, on Instagram, sharing his excitement for the new addition to the family.

Through all the joy and heartache, Snoop Dogg’s love for his family shines brightly. Each grandchild not only represents a new member of the Broadus family but also a legacy of love, strength, and togetherness.

From his own children to his many grandchildren, Snoop’s commitment to family remains strong, grounding him and keeping him connected to his roots as “Papa Snoop.”

My Neighbor Threw Rotten Tomatoes at My Front Door Because I Didn’t Put up Halloween Decorations ‘Soon Enough’

While my seven-year-old daughter fought for her life in the hospital with severe pneumonia, my neighbor decided to “decorate” my front door with rotten tomatoes. All because I hadn’t put up Halloween decorations early enough for her liking.

You know those days when life hits you so hard you can barely catch your breath? That’s been my reality lately. Between double shifts at the diner and spending every spare moment at the hospital with Lacey, I’ve been running on caffeine and sheer determination.

A woman standing in a hospital | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a hospital | Source: Midjourney

It started with what I thought was just a cold. Lacey came home from school one Tuesday with a slight cough. It didn’t look like anything serious. But by Friday night, she was burning up with a fever.

“Mommy, I don’t feel good,” she said while trying to catch her breath.

That was the point where I realized something was extremely wrong with her.

I didn’t even wait for an ambulance. I wrapped her in a blanket and drove to the ER like my life depended on it because it did. My life is Lacey.

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An emergency sign outside a hospital | Source: Pexels

The doctors moved fast, thank God.

Words like “severe pneumonia,” “aggressive infection,” and “extended stay” flew around while they ran tests on her. After what seemed like an eternity, the ER doctor finally sat down with me.

“The infection’s in both lungs,” he explained gently. “She’s going to need intensive treatment. We’re looking at a minimum of three weeks in the hospital.”

“Three weeks?” I looked at him with wide eyes. “But… but I have to work. The insurance… it doesn’t cover everything.”

A woman talking to the doctor | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking to the doctor | Source: Midjourney

He squeezed my shoulder. “Let’s focus on getting her better first. You can speak with our financial department about payment plans.”

I’ve been doing this solo parent thing for five years now, ever since Mark decided his twenty-something secretary was more appealing than his family responsibilities. The divorce knocked us down hard, but my daughter Lacey and I aren’t the type of people who’d give up. We’re fighters. We didn’t let Mark’s poor decisions affect us.

I worked as a waitress and picked up extra shifts after the divorce. Living on a single income taught me how to stretch every dollar and avoid unnecessary expenses.

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A person holding their empty wallet | Source: Pexels

Last year, we even managed to move into this supposedly “better” neighborhood. You know, the kind where people treat their HOA guidelines like they’re the Constitution.

“Alice, hon, you’ve got tables 4 and 6 waiting,” Maria called out during another hectic dinner shift.

She’s been my rock through all this, covering for me when hospital visits run long.

“On it!” I called back, tucking my phone deeper into my apron pocket after checking another message from Lacey’s doctors. These hospital bills were piling up faster than I could count, but what choice did I have?

My baby needed me, and I had to work harder for her.

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A woman working as a waitress | Source: Pexels

“You look dead on your feet,” Maria said while refilling coffee cups. “When’s the last time you got some real sleep?”

I just shook my head. “Sleep’s a luxury I can’t afford right now. Between the hospital visits and these double shifts…”

“At least you’ve got good neighbors to help out, right?” Maria asked.

I let out a bitter laugh thinking about Carla from two doors down. That woman could give surveillance cameras a run for their money.

Ever since we moved in, she’s appointed herself as the neighborhood’s personal CNN. Carla’s Nosy Network.

An older woman standing outside her house | Source: Midjourney

An older woman standing outside her house | Source: Midjourney

Just last month, she caused a whole drama with the Hendersons across the street. They’d painted their front door navy blue. It’s a perfectly normal color, right?

Well, Carla didn’t just notice it. She measured the paint swatch against the HOA handbook, took photos at different times of day, and then sent a 500-word email to everyone about how it was “Midnight Navy” instead of the approved “Classic Navy.”

The poor Hendersons had to repaint their door to avoid a fine.

A house with a blue door | Source: Midjourney

A house with a blue door | Source: Midjourney

“Remember that time she counted how many people came to Janet’s book club?” I told Maria. “She actually reported Janet to the HOA for ‘running a business from home’ because there were more than six cars parked on the street. It was a book club, for heaven’s sake!”

Carla’s the type who doesn’t just check her mailbox. She watches everyone else check theirs too. She keeps a literal notebook of when people bring their trash cans in and out.

I swear I’ve seen her peeking through her blinds so often.

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A person’s hand on window blinds | Source: Pexels

That’s why I wasn’t surprised when she started blowing up our HOA group chat about Halloween preparations in mid-September.

Every day brought a new message about “maintaining neighborhood standards” and “preserving property values through seasonal charm.”

But with Lacey in the hospital, festive decorations were the last thing on my mind.

That’s when my phone buzzed again. Another message from Carla, but this time sent directly to me. My heart raced when the notification popped up on my screen.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when I read her text.

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A woman reading a message on her phone | Source: Midjourney

Are you special or something? Why isn’t your house decorated for Halloween? It’s almost the end of October, and your house is the only one ruining the vibe. Do you want to spoil Halloween for the whole neighborhood? It’s embarrassing.

I had to read it twice to believe someone could be this insensitive.

I took a deep breath before typing out a response, trying my best to keep it professional despite my rising anger.

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A woman using her phone | Source: Pexels

Carla, I’m sorry I haven’t decorated. I’ve been in the hospital with my daughter for two weeks now. She’s really sick, and all my money’s gone to medicine and bills. I’m not sure I’ll be able to put anything up this year.

Well, I didn’t get a response from Carla, so I thought she must’ve found something else to worry about. I had no idea how wrong I was.

After three long weeks, Lacey was finally well enough to come home.

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A woman driving | Source: Pexels

We pulled into our driveway at sunset as we discussed how good it’d feel to finally sleep in our beds.

That’s when the smell hit us. A putrid, sickening odor that made my stomach turn.

Our front door was completely covered in smashed, rotten tomatoes. The red pulp dripped down the wood and seeds stuck in every crevice. But the pièce de résistance? A note was taped right in the middle. It read:

Now at least it looks a bit like Halloween. No need to thank me.

A door with a note smeared in tomato pulp | Source: Midjourney

A door with a note smeared in tomato pulp | Source: Midjourney

“Mommy, why does our house smell bad?” Lacey asked.

I didn’t have an answer to my daughter’s innocent question. I was so angry that my feet were almost shaking.

I got Lacey settled inside despite the garage, made sure she was comfortable in bed, and then stormed over to Carla’s house. I could see her peeking through her blinds as I approached.

When she opened the door, that smug smile on her face made me want to scream.

“Oh, hey there. Enjoying the Halloween decorations?” she asked.

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An older woman smiling | Source: Midjourney

“Are you kidding me, Carla?” I snapped. “I told you what I was dealing with. You know my daughter’s been in the hospital, and you still did this?”

She rolled her eyes like I was being dramatic. “Look, I just thought you were making excuses. Everyone decorates, and it’s unfair for you to spoil it for the rest of us. I thought a little tomato juice might remind you to get into the spirit. You didn’t put up the decorations soon enough. Not my fault.”

An older woman talking to her neighbor | Source: Midjourney

An older woman talking to her neighbor | Source: Midjourney

Before I could respond, her husband Dan appeared behind her. He was horrified after hearing his wife’s confession.

“Carla, what the hell is wrong with you?” he demanded. “You did what?”

The next few minutes were pure chaos.

Dan pulled Carla inside, and I could hear him confront her. The muffled argument was punctuated by phrases like “completely unacceptable” and “lost your mind.”

When Dan returned to the door, his face was red with embarrassment.

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A close-up shot of an older man’s face | Source: Midjourney

“I’m so sorry,” he said. “I had no idea she’d do something like this. I’ll clean up your door and pay for any damages. Carla, you better apologize right now.”

Carla emerged and muttered what had to be the most insincere apology I’d ever heard.

But this isn’t where the story ends. Karma intervened a few hours later and taught her an unforgettable lesson.

That night, the strongest storm of the season hit our neighborhood.

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A stormy sky | Source: Pexels

The wind howled like a banshee, and the rain came down in sheets. When I looked out my window the next morning, I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony.

Carla’s elaborate Halloween display – the one she’d been bragging about for weeks – was absolutely decimated. Her precious inflatable decorations were scattered across three yards, her meticulously carved pumpkins had turned to mush in the rain, and her collection of “premium” skeletons lay broken and tangled in the bushes.

Mother Nature had delivered the perfect revenge.

Broken Halloween decor | Source: Midjourney

Broken Halloween decor | Source: Midjourney

Dan followed through on his promise, showing up early the next day with cleaning supplies and groceries.

“I can’t apologize enough,” he said while scrubbing the last bits of tomato off my door. “How’s your daughter doing?”

“She’s getting stronger every day,” I replied. “Thanks for asking. And thanks for, uh, everything else.”

Carla hasn’t spoken a word to me since then and I’ve been loving the silence. When I pass by her house these days and see her bare lawn, I can’t help but smile a little.

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