Kennon Warren Whaley Sr.

Kennon and I probably argued more than we didn´t-but that´s just how it is when a friendship is real. I never had a problem that Kennon didn´t somehow make his own. No matter what we were disagreeing about, I always knew that if something happened and I needed him, he´d be there. No questions asked. The criticism could come later-and if I deserved it, so be it.
He also knew he could count on me the same way.
Kennon was more than my friend, and more than my employer. He was like my brother. It´s going to be hard without him around. He never gave up on me, even when I gave up on myself, and I can´t count the times he pulled me back from the edge when I was close to slipping over it.