July 15, 2019

This One is For Me

2007, that was the last time I composed for the blog world. I know my past readers have moved on, however, I’m going to write this as if it were just days ago that I last posted. Honestly, this post is for me, I feel that if I type this out, I may just start feeling better. So, here goes.

If you have read my past posts, you know of some of the fun times we had as undercover narcotic investigators. You also know that “Big Sexy” was my partner and best friend. I retired early and have been out of law enforcement for almost 3 years. I literally spent my whole career with Big Sexy as my friend, co-worker and partner. My family treated him as family, he was Uncle Big Sexy to my kids, brother to me and brother-in-law to my wife.

I’m not going to say that our relationship was all peaches and cream, we disagreed on many things and even had times where we didn’t talk as often as we should have. Even during our disagreements, all either one of us would need to do was to call and we would have jumped up and helped, which at times, we both did.

If you know the real Big Sexy, you know that he was a good Christian and tried to find good in all things. If you know the real me, you know I’m a Christian, but I don’t always see the good. Trust comes later and my mouth speaks exactly what I’m thinking. The point that I’m trying to make, we were as different as night and day, with that being said, we had tons of things in common. We both love to make people laugh, we fish, hunt, kayak, love MMA...the list goes on and on.

About one year ago, Big Sexy went to the doctor believing he had another kidney stone, after tests and scans, the doctor came back and diagnosed him with stage 4 colon cancer. Even after receiving this horrific news, he leaned on his faith and attacked this disease head-on. Big Sexy started his chemo and continued to work as often as possible and inform people of the importance of being checked.

As the time went by, the results of the chemo treatments didn’t give us the results we were all hoping and praying for. After seeing another doctor for alternative treatments, he was given 10 weeks to live. I got to visit him just before the medicine and disease made it hard for him to speak. We let go of any and all differences we had and told each other that we were brothers and loved each other as only brothers can understand.

My family got to visit him 5 days before he passed at the young age of 44, we all loved him and were able to say goodbye, not easy for any of us. I don’t have a biological brother, but I couldn’t hurt any worse if I did.

He was an incredible man, family member, Christian, police officer and friend. I continue to pray for Big Sexy and his wonderful family. And I want to close with the words of Big Sexy himself, “Go see what’s up your butt. Get your colonoscopy.