Where do I begin? Kyle was one of my son’s closest friends since Middle School. The kids used to hang out every day at their make-shift skate park, behind Colony Square. All through High School the group stuck together, including older brothers, and my home was a meeting place for them … They raided my fridge and we had many sleepovers with kids laying all over the place. We didn’t mind, we loved them all, they were all good kids and it was better to have them home than hanging out in the streets at night.
Kyle was always the clown, making everyone laugh with his antics … we would laugh also, as we could hear them talking late into the night. My husband named him “Tweety Bird”, as we did a really good impression of him. He remained Tweety for us, forever …
Tweety, you’ll be greatly missed, we are so sorry you could not see the light at the end of the tunnel. I pray God have mercy in your soul and give everyone involved, specially your family, serenity and forgiveness to understand and accept your decision, I know you would want that and you are probably making angels laugh now, by your side. See you again someday, Tweety Bird!
Maria T. Rodriguez and family