The boy would have been sixty today. But the deadly and silent cancer was more than he could whip. He was 44 when it finished him off. I was holding his hand when he passed along with Beckey. Dad called him a horse’s butt but he was our horse’s butt. He loved to argue and give you **** but he always came through when you needed him. He used to take Stephanie and Spencer to ToysRus and tell them to pick out their birthday present. He came over Christmas Eve day to help me have them wake up to a treehouse on Christmas day. He did the building and all that, I was the gofer. I was sitting in the car one day with Stephie and Spencer listening to a gator station talking about sports with a question of the best athlete you ever saw. He actually called in and said I was close in his eyes. I never thought about it but he was always there with dad for those many many football and basketball games he came to watch. Close to 100 altogether. Mike and I have each other but there is a hole there that he occupied for a long time. I know he would have loved my Kevin and Presley and had more fun with them. I miss him and think of him sometimes. Especially today when we would have had fun recognizing his being officially old. Life is tenuous and not a given even when we are younger. I/we were lucky to have him those forty-four years............. On the old GSMB he was BAGATOR. His favorite online sport was going to Voltalk and giving the tears sh#t about the last SOS beatdown. He was merciless. About ten years ago a former friend of his from the Army called me looking for him. Wanted to tell Brad how important his influence was on him during their military days. I had to tell him Kevin was gone. Btw Kevin was also Brad. But that is another story. But always just Kevin to me.