From the day he was born he was a fighter. He was born 5lbs and lived in pediatrics ICU the winter of 1975. My parents miracle baby! 

Life after that first round was only to be tougher but through all his trials and tribulations he always prevailed! As a baby growing into a toddler he had earned his nickname Weet short for Wheaties Cereal. At that time my parents lived in a railroad apartment and his room was located in the back of the apartment. He was able to throw that bottle threw the apartment to the kitchen for my mom to refill. That set the tone for how his life would be for the next 30 something years.

He grew up to be a smart man that made a few wrong decisions in his life. Despite his personal choices he loved his family like no one can love. He protected us and loved all of us unconditionally! He was a warrior and completely fearless and for his family there was not limit to protection. He was just like that! 

By the time he began to change his life it was then too late. At a young 39 years he was called home to be with god and all of our loved ones that left as well. 

Although he is not here physically I can feel his energy. I know he walks with us and is with us always. For the love and bond of family does not die with the person but lives on with memories and the love we have for him! 

In his life he’s made so many friends and we all have memories of him so let’s all remember him how he was! A crazy MFer with a heart that loved us all!