Young Man

In December, 2010, just before Christmas, the half-brother of our dear Loretta's nephew, and their mother, were murdered at the home of their mother. My heart ached for Loretta, her nephew, his step-father.

He was a Young Man
A beautiful, handsome, attractive
Young Man
“He was my angel,” the father said, of this
Young Man
He … “was the best brother anybody can ask for,” his brother said of this
Young Man
There is … “a portion of my heart that constantly radiates indescribable joy,” at being his brother, he also said of this
Young Man
“You enrage me” … “ I will kill you” … said to this
Young Man
In an instant, the life of this
Young Man
flashed before him … and was snuffed.

Much more remains, though, than the lifeless body of this
Young Man
Dad’s memory of him as an angel lives, his brother’s heart overflows still with joy.
This is due to the stories … remember the
Young Man
as he appears in the stories … of his dad’s, of his brother’s, and your own. Remember the
Young Man
as a vibrant actor in the stories, not a victim.
Remember not the
Young Man
as his life was taken from him…rather recall, remember and relive the life of this
Young Man
And Celebrate. Choose life.

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