12/10/2022
Transparent moment! Someone asked, How are you doing? I'm devastated, confused, hurt, sick, and feel somewhat lost.
After landing back in Atl from an extremely long flight from the west coast, I was immediately informed that while in the air, my brother, Kenneth, transitioned at age 58. How? He was a healthy, non-drug-using male. Why? We were supposed to grow old together. He was suppose to move back to Georgia in a few years. We were going on a couples' cruise together with our wives, the Scott men.
Now, I'm left to bury my brother, who was only 7 years older than me. I was born April 23rd, he was born April 24th.
How I'm doing? Not we'll. Getting off the plane in Boston, I broke down as I reminisced about how Kenneth and I at 8yrs and 15 years old took our 1st flight ever on Eastern Airlines from ATL to Boston and walked the same hallways together to be reunited with our mom. Now, i’m walking them alone to come bury him.
Never in a million years, did I think that when I surprised my brother with a visit on July 23rd - 24th it would be the last time I'd see my brother alive. Or, the time last week, when we had our frequent 3-way calls with our mom it would be the last time I hear his voice.
How I'm doing? Not we'll!!! My brother, the only connection to our mother and father is gone! I'll never see him again, never talk to him again, so I'll learn to carry him in my heart. Love who he loved and be there the best I can for the people he cared for, as he expected me to do. However, today I'm devastated and sincerely need your prayers!