I Can't Type That, K-Man

Unfortunately, This is a True Story

My God-nephew is forever 19. K-Man died. My best friend, LJ's son passed away. And if you know what the above awareness ribbon is, that is the reason why.

I can verbally say what happened. But I can't type it. Found that out a few days ago. I guess my fingers & heart are not accepting the facts yet.

I was at LJ's house organizing the food that was brought in and I almost called him to help me find a bowl for the salad. Because that is what he did, Helped Me, His Auntie. I had to suck my broken feelings up because this grief buffet is for the fact that he is gone & I am here to support his dad & family.

I was pouring some orange juice into a cup and I remembered K-man wondering why the adults got a different glass for their juice during a brunch outing. I laughed until I cried. 

I looked for a photo of him photobombing me. I can't find it. But I know I posted it. As a boy, he thought it was fun to be seen World Wide on the World Wide Web. He didn't know his Aunt __my biological name_ Facebook page wasn't public at that time. I will find it.

Just like my heart is trying to find a way to understand why and the fact that why will never be fully answered. Just like I have to find a way to love on his sister without smothering this young adult. Just like the mature grace, I find for a non-custodial mother the right to grieve without my wanting to hit her. And just like the words of support I give this father that I think is one of the Best to ever Parent. I try not to pat him with my words but I just want him to know he is loved.

Just like I hope K-man knew he was Love, also. No wait, He is Love! A Loving Ancestor. A 19-Year-Old is an Ancestor.

As Always Talking to You in Adult Terms!

P.S. Found It (1/20/23)