and early last week, I had this post completely written out in my head.
I was going to thank these two people for making me the person that I am.
For loving me even when I wasn’t very lovable. For raising me and spoiling me.
For making sure I never second guessed how much they loved me.
But Thursday changed everything. Everyone talks about Friday the 13th.
Well let me tell you, there is nothing more terrifying than Thursday the 12th.
Yesterday, I attended my little cousin’s funeral and I watched him be lowered into the ground.
He was 16 and he loved life.
Today, I know I should just be thankful for another day but I’d be lying if I said this was okay.
I am thankful, but my heart is broken and celebrating anything is the last thing on my mind.
I’ve never felt a pain like this before. The last 16 years with him flashes before my eyes in an instant and I see him little, sitting in front of the TV, drinking his chocolate milk, and eating breakfast. He loved cartoons when he was little and he lived off of chocolate milk and hot dogs. He and his sister, Brianna, always teamed up on me. I don’t think I EVER saw them fight- they were always a team. Always.
This photo was taken at my wedding in 2008. And this little smile is exactly how I will always remember him.
Until I see him again.
Kolby Jason Clayton
August 10, 1995 – April 12, 2012
Please keep our family in your thoughts and prayers.