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Olton Lane Strickland 3/25/1999 - 9/9/2018

Olton Lane Strickland

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September 19, 2018
You have been a constant in my life for so many years, it's become a task to limit our memories to share. Since you're such a stickler for consistent storytelling, I'll start with the first one. It was a strange concept to us Mobley's, to get out and actually, you know, interact with other humans. Small group Bible study is what any good southern Baptist would do, so I guess it makes sense. Our aversion to exiting our own world is similar to that of Dracula and sunlight. But there we were, gathering in a stranger's home. Of course there were several kids (there always are when we're around) but I distinctly remember seeing you for the first time. Your eyes seemed to search my soul and almost understand who I was right there and then. And I wasn't used to that coming from a toddler. Being a kid, I didn't take much note of the adults because, well as a kid I focused on the people my own size. But I do remember knowing immediately who your momma was; you both shared nearly a million features. And the way she looked at you expressed the treasure you were to her. She will forever and always cherish you, be your biggest cheerleader, and fiercest warrior. From there it's a blur of fun, laughter, big sister annoyance, calling each other names, discovering we can cuss (well, not around our parents), cheating at games and everyone losing, calling each other names (this happened a lot, it was like a gladiator sport), eventually realizing we more than siblings that we were also friends, and the general appreciate of ridiculous memes. Hundreds of memories jump up and catch my mind's eye but one stands out among the rest. At this particular point in time I was working at a bank in the only grocery store in our tiny podunk town and you were finishing up your last year of high school. As anyone who is even slightly acquainted with me knows, I have terrible luck when it comes to cars. On this morning I discovered my car was sputtering on my way to work and, only by the grace of God, I got to the store parking lot. At first I was just thrilled I wasn't late for work (you know our family growing up, punctuality isn't quite a priority) but as the day went on I started to stress about my car. Since there are several of us, I just sent out a white flag in the hopes that a member of the family would be in the area. Not too long after wards one of the buggy boys came up "hey, your brother asked me to let you know that he is outside waiting for you." It was 4:30 and I had thirty minutes left to my shift. I was expecting someone to come in and tell me they were there but no one came in. Once I clocked out and walked out of the store, I saw you standing by your truck. My heart leaped twice, once because I knew you would always take care of me and, two because we had always known our relationship but having you so nonchalantly mentioned our connection to the world made it sealed in stone. That someone outside of our family acknowledged we were siblings. It had happened occasionally, but this one was extra special because you started the message that had to be passed on to me. Even now my heart can barely contain itself. It might seem confusing and even silly but you don't get to call me silly. So there. Times infinity. As a wise man once said "not only had my brother disappeared but a part of my very being had gone with him. Stories about us could, from then on, be told from only one perspective. Memories could be told but not shared." As you can see the memories with you are worth more to me than the gems of heaven. But I would endure so much more than the twelve labors of Hercules just to be able to share more memories with you. Olton, my smart-alec little brother with soul searching eyes, I love you. Entirely. And I ache for this to be just a dream.
September 19, 2018
I was his "other" mother. His real mom became my best friend when he and my youngest were three. His mama and I loved each other instantly. And Olton magically joined our family. He belonged. This shy, mischievous, wisely stubborn child stepped out of his quiet , safe and sweet home built by an adoring mother into well, noise. Children everywhere chattering, chasing. teasing, and he smiled and fit in. We all thought we could wait a week or two to ask you how things were going and wouldn't you like to come back. We thought we had years more of meme wars, and discussions on capitalism vs communism,. We'll ask you at the first of the month to take a peak under the hood. We' ll send a link for a piece of music to get your thoughts...and you'll know-cuz music's in your DNA.
But we shouldn't have waited. I go over and over in my mind how nonchalantly we said goodbye. I want to scream as it plays on the screen of mind...PLEASE STOP. STAY WITH US. Cry cry. I miss your face. I miss the way you listened. I miss my other son. Know that you are profoundly loved. And I will always want you back.
September 13, 2018
My heart is broken. Olton was one of the kindest, most respectful students I have every taught. I always remember how he hung back after class to chat with me, or come in after school to talk. He will be sorely missed. My prayers are with you and your family, Kelli. May God wrap His loving arms around you and give you peace and comfort. I loved that guy!

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