His name is Curtis. A young man who died too young too soon. He never got to live to his full potential because it wasn’t meant to be. Curtis led a complicated life, through no fault of his own, but one thing I always admired about him was his courage, strength and brutal honesty. The footprints he left behind doesn’t even begin to reveal his whole story–just mere impressions of what others thought him to be.
Curtis was an amazing artist with a very high IQ to match his skill. Whenever life got too much to grasp, he used his trusty pencil and paper to draw out his feelings. I was very lucky to have witnessed this firsthand, as he carefully drew images of faraway lands and galaxies that no man dare walk upon. There wasn’t anything this young man couldn’t do, except control a devastating disease that robbed him of his beautiful mind. I cannot begin to imagine what it must be like to be trapped within your own mind? To have others judge you by actions you cannot control, and yet you want desperately to be understood, only for others to misunderstand.
He lived for thirty-one years and it wasn’t easy, but despite how he was judged, he forged ahead and lived the best way only he knew how. Curtis didn’t care what others thought, really, but more so, did the best he could with the hand he was dealt. Curtis is my baby brother. There isn’t a day I don’t think about him. I feel his presence as if he was still walking the earth. I know he’s proud of me, just as I was of him and still to this day. His memory will continue to live on as long as I’m here, and it is with the greatest honor I’ve created an award to give to the highest page view authors who showed their courage, strength and living within their truth.
For you see, when a writer writes, he/she bares their soul. It takes courage to stand in judgment of others. It takes strength to weather through it. It takes your truth to get the story out. Writing isn’t just a passing phase, it’s my life. Just like drawing was my brother’s. When he passed fifteen years ago, half of me died with him. Although we weren’t twins, our souls were mirror images. I miss him everyday and some days it’s hard to get through. This is why when I present this award to the authors who receive the most page views while their segment originally posted on Mello & June, It’s a Book Thang!, you better believe they truly deserve it. They demonstrated wholeheartedly what it means to have courage, strength and truth. Everything my brother’s life represented.
On the last week of December 2017, I will present these authors with the below: The Curtie Curt Award. I named it after my brother’s nickname I gave him when he was born. The authors who are selected may display it on their websites for all to see how hard they work for the sake of their art and literary skill. Good Luck!
I love you Curtie Curt and your sister misses you always! Your footprints left a huge impression on my heart. You may be gone, but certainly not forgotten! Love, Boo.