Kyle Douglas Janes

Kyle was a beautiful and loving soul.He hated who he had become due to addiction, and fought for 10 years to beat this monster. He was a talented guitarist/musician and a gifted athlete. He had a huge heart for the homeless. I love and miss him so!!

One night we made a run for a burger/fries.He heard and saw a one-legged homeless man crying.He insisted we buy him a meal and help find him shelter for the night.He sat on the sidewalk and ate his own meal with this man, got him to shelter, then hugged this dirty, smelly homeless man.We got in our car and as we were driving away, Kyle cried.Here is my boy, desperately fighting his own demons, and he's crying for this complete stranger. I was never so touched/proud of my boy as I was that night.

Even though Kyle was 24, he would still put his head on my lap and nudge me to give him a scalp massage. Then his feet. He was always able to be such a "man" but he still snuggled with his mama (me) and always hugged me tight and thanked me for every meal. He also still would suddenly throw me to the ground and pin me and make me fight to get away. He did this to teach me self-defense. He also would always instigate a sudden tickle fight. A grown man, yet still a little boy at times.

As someone who never gave up trying. I actually found that sentence written in his AA book - he wrote that very answer to that very question. He fought and fought the disease of addiction for 10 years, and hated what it made him become. He would also appreciate being remembered as a true musician. His guitar playing was that of an old soul - he came alive on that stage and audiences could feel his heart and soul thru his music. He was also a wonderful lyricist and singer.