I’m not sure why I’m posting it here, other than I’m not sure where else to post it. I’m facebook friends with his whole family so I’d feel weird posting there. It’s so strange to me that just about 17 months ago, he was at my youngest’s graduation party. Just weeks later he fell down in a parking lot and was having trouble standing. A month or so later he was diagnosed, and started various treatments, but the diagnosis was dire. Nevertheless, he is the kind of kid that you always figured would beat it. Even though it was basically unbeatable from the beginning, it just didn’t seem reasonable that he wouldn’t make it. But here we are… F you stupid cancer, I hate you:(
Braxton was the glue that stuck together a large group of very different kids, all friends, and all loved basketball because Braxton taught them all how. When my son was a senior, they ran out of varsity uniforms for the first time ever because the no-cut policy never contemplated someone like him. And that was 3 years after he was forced to leave our school because issues outside his control (unnecessarily and unfairly) forced them to move. He had a tough road in his short life, but one thing you never ever heard was him feel sorry for himself. No matter what changes life threw at him from changing schools, changing family, changing health (even long before his diagnosis), he never complained, was always positive, and most importantly he never said a bad word about anybody.
Here is a pic from just over a year ago.
I’m gonna miss you Braxton, the world is so much worse because you aren’t here, but our loss is heaven’s gain. God’s speed you knucklehead!!