His name is Kobe. Now he is his mother & big brother’s ball player eternally. Every time we say his name he is the bringer of peace in his 7 years of life praise be to God. Told by poor-led doctors that he wouldn’t make it out of infancy but, our little man proves them wrong & stood the test of time several times after. He rarely cried for help in his critical illness but, you know what he could do; look you in the eyes & talk with no words being spoken. And, what you’ll feel? Like you need him more than he needs to eat, use the bathroom or bathe. Even though he couldn’t sit up alone he would stretch his legs & ball his fist up if you touch him a little too much lol. He literally fought his condition with purpose without the knowledge & without a choice, taught a lot of us so-called believers true purity. If children don’t make men & women out of grown-ups this one does. Spiritually he is a big boy now for his mother, who will never forget the love he left when he looked her in the eyes one last time. There is no greater grief than a mother burying her child. There is no deeper honor than fulfilling a mother’s dignified, peaceful & truthful remembrance of a memorial & funeral her little Kobe deserves. Please feel free to be kind with offerings for our loved little soldier.