06/06/2020
AWAKENED and TEXTED: Good morning. My eyes opened this morning at 7:07 am..... when the did.... all I could see is Scott's smile as he passed by the doorway by the laundry room and then his always warm and friendly...yet...familiar... and "Normal" "whats-up-man".... nothing special.... but so so so so special because of its "Normal" .... I'm a Witzigreuter.... I'm your brother....you are a Jenkins... you are my brother... as I shed tears typing this message.................(whew.....c'mon aj...finish this text..man-up) I want to know how much you mean to me. The talks we've had as men...man to man.... the tough conversations that go unfiltered..... the love I have for you all.... Begins with the fAther-husband-son foundation that you solidified in your household..... so Please call your own dad...."Our-Dad" and tell him thank you for raising you this way.... Because there is one family....less racist....in the world.....in America....in Georgia....in atlanta....in Buckhed....on your street....in your house.....in my life....... my Mission and my communities mission... is to change this mailbox....by mailbox....by sitting in everyone's laundry room...on top of the dryer....at 8p...on a Friday night....while the wives and mothers of white children... sit on the floor....with a glass of wine.....and listen to our pain....with an open heart..... and open ears...with no defense.... or excuses.... like my sister Ashley did.....I LOVE YOU BOTH đ˘đ˘