Although some may have seen him as quiet or introverted, I’ll always remember how hilarious and kind-hearted my Uncle Kevin was to me. One of my favorite memories is the three-way phone calls between him and my father. Anytime I was on the phone with my dad and Uncle Kevin called, I already knew not to hang up ,he’d either be patched into the call or we’d flip it the other way.

Those calls were filled with some of the most insightful, funny, and (let’s be honest) fiery political conversations you could imagine lol. I always learned something from those calls, and hearing my dad and my uncle throwing jokes and memories back and forth at one another felt like a privilege to be able to witness.It was our thing, and it meant something.  Even though I didn’t get to see my uncle in person as often as I would have liked to, we always had our connection over the phone. The last time I spoke to my Uncle was about 2 months before his passing, I called him just to ask how he was doing, something compelled me to call him. I didn't realize that, that would be the last conversation we would have but I am grateful and blessed that I was even granted a final talk with him. I Love You Uncle Kevin❤️