Six months and eight days ago, a man shot a gun and aimed for another mans head. The bullet passed through leaving no trace of injury. This man's death was inevitable. Six months and seven days ago, a mother received a phone call that her youngest son was dead. Tears flew, screams were heard but nothing could bring him back. Three months and seven days ago, the same man that had died, had left a younger sister who thought that she would never out live him, at least so sudden. I miss my brother, a little extra today. On his birthday we held an intimate gathering and these are the words I spoke in remembrance of him.
Without Wax - Chloe Ridore
Today is a day I thought would come later in life, but here I am, here we are on this day. Today is the day my brother would have been thirty, the big ole dirty thirty. Latorrie was born March 14th 1988, to Anthia and Lenford. He lucked out and grazed the best era still claiming “I’m an 80’s baby” but he grew up in the 90’s, I don’t blame him. My brother was mysterious, I always wanted to know what he was thinking, what he knew but didn't say and what he saw but never spoke. My brother was different, ever since the day I could recollect it, I knew this.
I won’t stand up here and say I knew my brother because I didn't, I knew a part of him, I knew his family side. I saw him as an older brother. I saw him grow from a boy to a man. I saw him as a peacemaker. I saw him at his first job. I saw him cry. I saw him laugh. I saw him get worried. I saw him get angry. I saw him get upset. I saw him learn to drive. I saw him get his first car. I saw him graduate from high school. I saw him go to prom, I saw him fight. I saw his drive. I saw his passion. I saw him in love. I saw him heartbroken. I saw him fall asleep in the car, when we took family road trips. I saw listen to his favorite song. I saw him wait for me as he picked me up from school. I saw him sneak in past his curfew. I saw the “Chloe is mommy sleeping? Can you open the front door” texts. I saw him always eat with plastic utensils cause they were more “sanitary”. I saw him get his first tattoo. I saw him eat a whole plate of food and not leave me any,”thanks Torrie” I saw my brother go through countless emotions and hurdles but I didn't know him.
We all knew Latorrie, that's why we’re here, to pour our emotions into this room hoping he comes back, praying he does but he wont. Whether we knew him for a second or for his whole life. We are here because he impacted us, in some way shape or form. He changed our lives, for the better. So yes I don't know him, I know a part of him. Everyone here knows the rest of him. A son, a brother, a nephew, a cousin, a best friend, an old love or just this cool guy who popped in your life and always showed love when he was around. I’m proud of my brother, the man he became. The things he saw, the places he went, the people he met. If you knew him he wouldn't want us to cry, especially not today, on his birthday. I want us all to take a moment and think of a time Latorrie made us smile. Hold it, cherish it. When you think of him replay it. My brother, My hero, My king, I love you to the moon and back, ten times over, plus more. Here’s to Latorrie.
“It takes work to become the person you were created to be. You're worth the work!”
― Kirstin Leigh
Without Wax - Chloe Ridore