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74 tle just to step out of bed. I know how it feels when you feel like everyone around you seems happy and actually has the audacity to be going on with his or her everyday life – everyone but you. I know it's repulsive and how it makes you angry inside, how you feel like everyone around you is so selfish for not grieving with you. The faintest memories stirred, the most remote sights, hard or soft sounds, old songs, new songs, and even the smells in the air you breathe can be overwhelming. There are still to this day periods of time leading up to holidays, birthdays, and even Mother's Day, that can actually be worse ex- periences for me than the day Bryant died itself. I had so much anxiety over the first few months – anxiety about how I was going to function as a mother, sister, friend, daughter and wife. I needed to do something. But what? What could I do? What would Bryant want me to do? What does Bryant want me to do? My father, who loved Bryant dearly, just happened to mention to me in passing one day, "You should have a scholarship in Bry- ant's name." It struck me. And it stuck with me. What a great idea! And, I remember thinking; "this will keep my baby in the hearts and minds of loved ones and friends forever." I told Bryant's father and a few of his close friends, and away they went! The Bryant Kite Scholarship Fund was born. Bryant had an amazing group of friends and they all wanted so much to do something for him and they all felt so helpless over his death. The night he passed away, Bryant had just left a group of friends and was on his way home when he crashed his truck. There was nothing any of his friends could have really done that night to pre- vent the accident, but still they all they struggled with the "what ifs" and "I should haves." It actually took me more than a year to accept the statement, "When God calls you home, it's just your time to go and your work here is done." I never wanted to hear that my precious son had nothing more to give on Earth at the tender