Bobby Watters

We lost my big brother today.

Just 42 years old.

It seems the very same cardiac predisposition that wrecked my mom's heart and took her from us so suddenly just 10 years ago at age 49 likely took him too.

A heart attack - after all the misadventures that barely left a scratch on him...it doesn't make any sense.

Death never does.

It won't make sense to the little kids he's left behind, the ones he will never again wrestle or tease happily with his trademark nickname-generator of a brain.

It won't make sense to his friends, who relied on his easy laugh and quick wit to ease life's tough spells.

People like Bobby are tornadoes of activity and chaos. They can't exist in a space without changing it.

I'm making this GoFundMe because tornado people don't buy life insurance, but his kids need to say goodbye with a proper funeral, where he will forever change one more room just by being there -

for one last time.