P.S. This is the final paragraphs of Kev's blog; for some reason, the text changed colors on me and I'm not blog-literate enough as yet to figure out what happened or fix it on the main blog... Please don't miss the finale; it's one of the most important parts! Again, thank you for reading!

Kev's worst nightmare was that he'd be forgotten. He'd had no children to carry on his name, and he felt he'd leave without a valuable legacy to be remembered by. I intend to make sure no one forgets him, and to introduce him to the world, if possible, in some very meaningful way that would make him proud. What I've shared here is one drop in a 100-gallon bucket of all things Kevie. He had more facets to his heart, personality, and soul, than Liz Taylor's Krup diamond!  If you'd care to get to know Kev more, witness his wit, fall for his folly, his Facebook page is public; he never had anything to hide, is how he proclaimed it. Kevin E Phelps is how to find it. Twitter is: kevinephelps. Find him under his name at YouTube.com and Singsnap.com. MEET my brother, please!  You won't be sorry. His mission was to let young people know that HIV/AIDS is NOT over. Don't let your guard down! Be tested!  And for those suffering already with this disease, it's still a nightmare, but it's controllable and worth the fight. He lived over 19 years longer than he was 'supposed' to. He defied the odds, yet he did nothing special or better than anyone else, to do so. He just remained positive, and appreciated the life he had, while he had it. 

When Kev was created, there was no mold to break. Cos there was no mold! He was traditional but not traditional. He played with dolls growing up but could build a house from foundation to finish, including landscaping. He was passionate and serious, together and separately. He was life personified; no one would tell you any differently. He wanted a Celebration of Life, not a weepy funeral service. And that's what he got. Laughter, tears both sad and happy, loved ones of all ages, genders, backgrounds, coming together to celebrate the wonder that was Kev. We toasted the blessing that was Kev with a shot of Jim Beam; his favorite. I think I felt him smile! I shall keep our pacts, our mantra's, and all the beautifully invaluable lessons life with Kev has taught me. I think the reason I can't feel that broken 'bond'? Because he's not gone! I feel his presence everywhere, in everything. I'm learning to see the world anew, from his perspective and viewpoint. As long as I breathe, Kev will never be forgotten. In many many ways, I hope to make sure of that. I love you, Mon BB... forever past infinity... XOXOX

~* PEACE *~