A Tribute to a Brother

I recall praying in the midst of it all, like God, please just give us more time. Who knew that request carried so much depth and layers, all at a cost that a loved one would pay so I could stand in an answered prayer—because I surely wasn’t fit to die.

If I knew that more time would equate to such a loss, I would’ve gone mute. Let the desires of my heart speak, God—not him. Can I volunteer as tribute?

It’s hard to see the good leave, holding tight to Matthew 5:4: “God is with those who grieve.” I will think about you always. From the laughs, the sharing of parlays, endless music playlists, a true grill master indeed—no matter how you say or write it. If you were called for a BBQ in heaven, I’m tryna see why I wasn’t invited. I just want to see you again—dressed in a creased polo, fresh brim, and Air Max 90s on for the win.

A father, a son, a brother, a true husband, and a remarkable friend… memories living rent-free in my head that I replay over and over and over again. You’re simply someone I didn’t want to have to miss. In every memory lies happiness and grief—I rarely imagined them having to coexist. I had to pray extremely hard, because at times I just didn’t understand. I pray for peace, guidance, and endurance to stand firm and trust wholeheartedly in God’s plan.

You will never go forgotten in this lifetime. It’s united we must stand, for if we divide, we fall. I found myself dissecting every mark you left on each person and realized it paints a bigger picture than us all.

Your mark remains, echoing through everyone you've touched—with stories time CAN NOT erase 🕊️