There was this crazy beautiful expression that went right over you mothers face on New Years eve. You remember that Lil C? We were all acting like animals messing around and you pulled out some science on her. She was always ready for you and your questions. I think it was because of those bags she taught us all about you got it in your head some wild mess about bottle rockets. I still remember your face and all the G's faces when she attached a bunch of alcohol soaked cotton to those rockets. Who could have known the colors those things would produce? Nobody! Just like we could not predict those things would off and set some stuff on fire from running off because of that stuff. Not a day goes back that we don't talk about you and your mother. You were a great kid and she is a great woman. One of the best. We see you in the sky every time the stars shine. Live on C. Always.

C was pretty bored. Running up and down the stairs creating chaos and going back and forth from computers to things outside and digging through every cabinet and closet. Those of us who were there were pretty surprised that his mother just smiled it off. Any other woman would have been pulling her hair out but not Rain. Instead, when she finished what she was doing, she went outside and started tying garbage bags in knots and hanging them from the tree. C always had his eyes on her. When he saw this he had a look on his face like he was worried his mother had just gone completely insane. He went outside where some of us were watching her and looked up at the bags hanging and put his hand on Rains back and asked what she was doing. For a moment, he seemed almost like a concerned doctor. She looked at him and said, "we are going to make colored fired" and he smiled so big. She handed him a wand lighter and told him to pick a bag. Each one was different. C lit each one, one by one absolutely amazed and stunned at the difference in the speed that they burned and the colors that came off of them individually. When he was finished with the last one he told us all how bad everything smelled. So his mother took him inside and handed him a bar of soap and told him to microwave it. He must have watched that soap for a good 10 minutes. When he was finished, he went straight to his computer and started researching why the bags reacted to the fire the way they did and why the soap reacted the way it did. In no more than 30 minutes, she calmed him down, captured his attention and induced a need to learn something new which kept him busy for hours. C was a kid full of life,love and respect. And Rain is easily the best mother that's existed. She had all the time in the world when it came to C and the way she interacted with him was proof of that. You both will forever be in our prayers. Bless.

Clay was always either messing with some computer stuff or taking pictures to do some fancy stuff to them later. He was the most creative and smart kid I ever knew. He protected his mom and loved her. He was a friend to us and he had a lot to share with the world. This is a big loss to move away from and we are always going to be different now. Words can't express the pain Rain is trying to handle or the blame she keeps on herself. But one day, she will hear Clays favorite songs or smell some of his favorite smoke and her tears will be replaced by a smile. The crew is gonna pray for you both. Be strong girl, we got nothin but love for you and we are all here when you're ready.

The first time Clayton called me "mom" scared the hell out of me. Now I can't imagine never hearing him say it again. He brought me out of one of my darkest times and now it's as if someone stole the sun. Nothing is ever going to be or feel the same. And I know Hack would be be climbing the walls knowing I was as upset as I can't help but be. I will always love him and always hold onto what he left me with and what he shared with me. Clay, there will forever be a void in my life and my soul without you here. For as many people that have gone away, you're one of two that's hurt the most. Always remember, I love you.

I had just met Clay and we ended up talking about cars and electricities effect on computers when randomly probed. I had no idea what he was saying because I am not computer savvy but, I was captivated by Clays knowledge and comfortable nature on the subject. He yelled for his mother and asked her if he could take apart one of her laptops. She raised her eyebrow and looked back and forth from the laptop he was eyeballing and him a few times. As soon as she struck a smile and nodded her head to let Clay know it was alright, he jumped up and grabbed it sitting back on the couch where he had it apart in 3 minutes. He was taking things out and cleaning them, showing me how to reset things. Showing me how the laptop would react with certain parts missing and what all you could do in secret with certain things added. The trust his mother had in him was one of a kind. He had her work computer in his hands in peices and she was so comfortable, she continued her cleaning and never seemed to think twice of it. When Clay was done blowing my mind with his talents, he carefully put the laptop back together, powered it on and set it back with his mothers things. Sometimes you can see people and know they don't have much direction for themselves, and then you have people like Clay, and you know that they have no question what their direction is in life. I will always admire that and him. The world will never be the same.

There was a kid who admired the love of his mothers life and would Actually volunteer to take out the trash so she wouldn't have to. He had big dreams for himself and even bigger ones for her. There was no such thing as lost hope in his mind, just the need for more effort. He was sharp as a blade, smart as a genius and protective and loving to what was important to him.A stand up man in a kids body. We can all learn from him and his legacy. Though his mom suffers most, we all mourn too. Our loss and Heavens gain. I know Clay is watching over his mom now trying to come up with some crazy way to let her know its time to smile. Smoke rings to you little man!

We were having a bar-b-q and there were a lot of us over at C's moms. We had the grill set up under a shelter because it was suppose to pour down. C had spent the day trying to cheer up his mom because she had spent the day crying due to personal issues. He kept telling her "the reason there ain't any rain out there messing up those nice cars is because you keep hogging all of it and trying to store it in tissues". He put on their favorite hip hop songs and tried to get her to dance with him. When that failed, he did his own made-up dances trying so hard to get her to crack a smile. That kid was relentless when it came to his mother. A while later, all of us were outside and we heard her laughing. She has this laugh that is so unique and beautiful it's hard not to notice. To this day, nobody knows what he did to make her laugh. But as soon as she did, it started pouring outside and C grabbed her hand and pulled her outside to watch the storm. His mother loves storms. And he said "now you're gonna dance with me, aren't ya?" And he raised his eyebrow to match hers and turned up his music and pulled her out into all that heavy rain. It was one thing to see his mother out there dancing with him getting soaking wet but the look of happiness and pride on his face that he made her smile stole the show. No kid ever had a smile like C. He ran and grabbed one of us who was smoking under the shelter and they both lost their balance and fell right into his mother. She fell into the mud and got so filthy. And all she could do was laugh. That was mine, and probably everyones, first mudball fight. I am going to miss those kind of moments C gave us all.

I met him and he was just like his mother. A force to reckoned with. The first thing he said to me was "my mom loves someone very much so stop thinkin' whatever the hell you're thinkin". That forceful sharp tone coming out of a face just as forceful surprised me. His mother came into the room and he went over and grabbed her hand and walked in front of her the whole way from one side of the room to the other. It reminded me of a guardsman. I was a fan from that moment on. You couldn't go wrong with that kid on your side.