This is my brief memoriam to my cousin "Fi" (Fi-Diddy to his friends). Fias was a God-fearing man. He was married in July of this year, and he and his wife often held Bible study in their home, as well as attended Bible study at their church. He was a kind, loving man, who always brought smiles to our faces at family gatherings, and during his random visits to my grandmother's house. What happened to him is unthinkable. At his memorial service, there were easily 500 people in the building. People gave their lives to God, and I could hardly keep it together. It was an amazing experience, and an amazing homegoing celebration for a man who touched so many lives. This year at Thanksgiving, I praise God that my baby cousin survived the attack, and that there is something left here on Earth for our family, despite the loss. My cousin was a good man, who lost his life senselessly. I know he is watching over us, and I smile when I remember the good times we've all had with him. Right now, my soul is at peace. I will not rest unless justice is served in this case, but I will pray for his murderer's soul.
