We just had a death in the family last week. One of my older brothers, Kenny Jenkins, had passed away due to medical complication from stomach ulcers that he's had for years as a result of drug use. We believe he died before he even got to the hospital. My mom and my little sister were taking his passing the hardest. His funeral was held Wednesday and he was buried with his biological father over in Maryneal. He was in his mid 40's when he died and is survived by his fiancée and 2 sons, one who's a toddler and another who's just got out of college as well as an ex-wife and 2 grown daughters. I'm just glad he's finally free from the pain of those ulcers. And frankly I believe he knew those ulcers were killing him, he simply kept it to himself so as not to worry anyone. Christmas was the last time I saw him alive.
We had at least 40 people come to his funeral mostly extended family and some of Kenny's friends some of whom I've literally not seen since I was a kid; I barely even recognized his daughters. And they all came to our house to eat after the funeral. It was crowded for at least a few hours. Up until the funeral my oldest sister came down all the way from Oklahoma to stay with us and help make the funeral arrangements. One of my other remaining brothers visited us everyday. We had a lot of food brought to us from friends and family; we still got a lot of it left.
Heck of a way to start the New Year.