Rest In Peace, Kenneth

Twenty nine years old.

So young.

Respect and love, cousin.

Technically, first cousin once removed, which (I had to look it up) qualifies as nephew. But nephew doesn’t seem quite right.

I guess…

Apparently, there had been a storm brewing for a long time. There’s only so much a person can take and only so much a person can do.

I understand. I don’t even know what to say. When it comes to mental health, we need to be okay getting help the same as if we needed surgery or stitches or broke a bone. But what do we do when that doesn’t work? When the bone is set but never fully mends? Life isn’t kind sometimes. Life isn’t fair. We struggle with things we didn’t ask for, earn, or deserve.

Keep trying. Fight the good fight. Love and be loved. Be kind to ourselves. Be patient with ourselves. And live as an action. With intent.

And then?

Travel well, Kenneth. Travel on.

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