Kelly Duke
Friendship that begins in childhood becomes something deeper than friendship — it becomes brotherhood. When you grow up side by side, those bonds root into your life like family, and losing one brother feels like losing a piece of your own story.
My time with George and the guys is filled with the kind of stories that carry you back in time. When we’re together, it feels like no years have passed at all. I don’t see grown men when I look at them — I see the same high school boys laughing, kicking it around, and living in a moment that somehow never left us.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted.” — Psalm 34:18






