Kevan Levi Braun: 18 September 1990 - 25 December 2008
We've known each other for nine years, but I was never able to get to know Levi very well, although he always felt free to help himself in my fridge or try to take my coffee out of my hand. (Dude, get your own coffee, already!) He was severely autistic and couldn't speak, although he could understand and even read a few words. I'm pretty good with words, but not much good at getting beyond them.
It was hard for his family sometimes, taking care of Levi. Just trying to get any medical folks to notice things worth looking at was a nightmare. He had shingles at age 10, and I tried with Judy to get the doctor to see that the shingles didn't matter, but that when a 10 year-old is regularly getting shingles, that issue needed looking into. Judy faced that invincible stupidity every day. Judy even took him to New Orleans and Cleveland looking for help.
Now it will be very hard to live without him. Most people had no use for Levi, and he knew who they were, and without being mean sent them on their way. Those who stopped to get acquainted became more human.
Cold grey rain out of a dismal grey sky in his honor. Tough Christmas.