Poem
THAT'S MY BROTHER
Written By Lamont

James,

I still remember the night you lifted me onto that high school basketball court. The trophy shining in my small hands, your arms around me like a shield-

In that moment I felt the strength of who you were - Steady, Proud, Protective

And I remember the day two men, fresh from playing against you on the playground, walked up to me with awe in their voices.

They asked if you were my brother - the one they called "LEFTY."

The one whose game they couldn't forget

Something warm rose up inside of me, a pride too big for my young chest.

"YES!" | TOLD THEM . THAT'S MY BROTHER!"

But your greatness wasn't only in the way you moved on a basketball court.

It lived in the way you served Jehovah with humility, conviction and love.

You guided, you comforted, you preached the good news with a life that matched every word you spoke. Now you sleep, but you are not gone.

You rest in Jehovah's perfect memory, held safe until the day when "death will be no more...."

REVELATION 21:4

And when Jehovah God calls your name and you rise whole, strong, smiling-

I will feel that same pride again, the same warmth in my chest, and I will say once more, with all the love a brother can hold: "YES! THAT'S MY BROTHER."

SEE YOU SOON! LOVE YOU ALWAYS!

YOUR LITTLE BROTHER LAMONT