As I write this I mourn the loss of our beloved son, Steven, who passed away Saturday morning, Dec. 15, at home of a massive heart attack.
I didn’t even get him buried before the rumors started that he had overdosed at home.
Steven was always taught that everyone was a friend unless they proved to not be. He tried to be a friend to all who would accept him. He always stood up for the underdog, no matter who it was.
If they were in jail, he would go there to visit them, and he went to the hospitals, too.
I am proud to call him my son. He would help anyone who called him, day or night, and he would literally give you the shirt off of his back. He didn’t have much in the way of worldly goods, but would share what he did have.
As if that isn’t bad enough, the same disciples of the devil are trying to destroy his son (my grandson), too, and all because of an SSI check. It has nothing to do with love and care.
My advice to all of you disciples of the devil: You had better get your own house in order before you start casting stones.
My son is gone, but I am still here and those seats in the courtrooms are not very comfortable.
But I have a friend in town whom I have known for over 30 years, a man of integrity, well educated and honest by the name of Danny Webb. So if you would like to throw some stones about drugs, or about adultery and unfit subjects, or maybe a little about child welfare, I guarantee if you throw them in Danny’s direction, he will know how to take care of the matter.
Contributing writer Relon Hampton lives at Premium.