I Don't Want Anything From It

​Meet Kevin Scorza.  Kevin is my youngest grandson.  When we moved to Arkansas he was 3 years old.  He was always tough and didn't want to be seen as the youngest.  He wanted to do what everyone else was doing.

Kevin was definitely a "daddy's boy".  He loved his dad.  Whenever his dad was around, he was around his dad.  He was sad every time his dad left the house.  It didn't matter why he was leaving.

Kevin was a perfect student in elementary.  He would come home from school and no one had to tell him to do his homework.  It was always the first thing he did.  If he needed help, it was easier for you to just sit down and help him because he would not let you rest until you did.  He always made sure he was ready and prepared to work at school.  He made sure he had all of his supplies everyday.

Now, once his homework was done, there was a new kid on the block.  He was always getting into something.  He usually had a smart word to share with you. It took him the longest to learn he was not suppose to have the last word, always.

He loved sleeping with his dad, even when he was told to sleep in his own bed.  He would allow his dad to go to sleep first and then get in the bed with him. And he planned to wake up before his dad, so he could get in his bed, and no one would be the wiser.  When he spoke of how he managed to sleep with him, even when he was told not to, he would say, "I just wait him out."

My son, his dad, died when Kevin was 8 years old.  It was very hard on him.  He had decided that he was not going back to school until 4th grade.  I remember telling him I didn't think it would make his dad proud if he dropped out of school in the 3rd grade. I also explained how there were not many suitable jobs for an 8 year old.

We managed to get through the rest of elementary, but it was not the same.  Homework became a chore and a battle.  And by the time he reached middle school, we had daily battles.  He talked too much in school. He hung out with kids who also talked too much.  He still had not figured out he couldn't have the last word when he talked with teachers. Life became all about him.  As he grew older, he became even more absorbed with himself.  He still had a heart for others, but he was definitely first.

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