Kurt Bryant
(1972 - 2007)

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General Details

Name:	Mr Kurt Bryant
Gender:	Male
Age:	35 years old
Lived:	Tuesday, 29 February 1972 - Sunday, 27 May 2007

My Story

     They say when you're about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. I guess that's true. It's amazing when it's flashing by, how the beginning of your life goes slowly in your mind.....and towards the end of your life, the memories go by faster....and faster....and faster......

     As you already may know, my name is Kurt Anthony Bryant. My life began February 29, 1972. I was born on a leap year, so I rarely got to actually celebrate my birth"day" like everybody else in the world. That's probably because.... I wasn't like everybody else in the world. Just like the 29th of February is a rare occurrence, a man like me was a rare occurrence also. Nothing about me was ordinary. There was something that captured people when they would look in my eyes. A person could look at me smile and immediately forget any trouble or anger on their mind. Part of that was because I was SOOOOOO devastatingly handsome! No really, it's true!!! My charisma made women want to be WITH me, and made men want to BE me....or at least be like me. That was always fine with me....I loved the attention from the fairer sex, and I also loved mentoring young men. My friends saw me as their brother. I had an innate way of making everyone I knew feel as if they were very special to me and hence special to the world, everyone from the homeless man on the street to the six figure businessman. I loved the person I was and the man I had grown into.....I wanted everyone to feel as special in God's eyes as I felt, and that became my divine purpose.

     I was born the only child of Vivian Lorane Bryant. My mother raised me on her own as a single parent. She was always strict with me, but never let me misunderstand that everything she did was out of love for me. In a child's mind, she was mean! In my adult mind, she was a GOOD parent, the old-fashioned kind. Although I was raised in a single-parent household, it wasn't just me and Ma. I had one of the strongest extended family support systems known to mankind! I spent most of my childhood and young adulthood in Palatka, FL. My maternal grandmother Ethel Mae Hines Bryant was instrumental in me becoming the man that God planned me to be. She was my heart! In fact, those of you close to me know that I called both Mama Ethel Mae and my mother "Ma." (What was really funny is when they would both be in the same room and I would say, "Hey Ma!" and they would both turn around and say, "Yeah Kurt?" That would always make us all laugh!) Not only was Mama Ethel Mae there in Palatka, but I had my great-Grandfather Acy ("Grandaddy" who died at age 103 not too long after me), my great-Grandmother Rendie (who died when I was 10), my Uncle Acy, Jr ("Mookie"), my Uncle Roscoe, my Granddaddy Harold, my 2nd Grandmother Louise & my two young uncles Torrence and Damon (who grew up next me more like brothers than anything else!). There were also countless other "extended" extended family members in the Palatka community....Aunt Emily, Alberta, Ms. Lark, Mr. Willie, Sharon, Sister and others. I loved growing up in Palatka. I loved the trees, the smell of the country air, the simplicity of the city. It was such a nurturing environment to raise a young man like myself. I come from the Hines and Bryant families, which are staples in Putnam County, so it was my privelege and honor to grow up in a community that my family helped build. Even though I loved it there, I was excited about seeing the rest of the world. When I graduated high school, it was time to move on...

Things are moving a little faster now.....the Army years, off to basic training, other countries, Hawaii.....years later in St. Petersburg, FL....my infatuation with limosines......working hard, gaining clientele.......tattoo on my forearm.....Richie's a dad.....opening my own limo business, BLT services is born.......married Cynt......Kris is a dad......Nicole is a mom......RIP Mama Ethel Mae.......Kevin's graduation in ATL.......Nick's bachelor party.......Nicole's wedding......BLT is growing.....Hurricane Katrina......off to Biloxi.....Cocoa Beach '06......Thanksgiving....Christmas.....New Year's '07.......My big break with Russell Simmons.....chillin with the Campbells in MIA.....Pat's in the hospital, off to Orlando......gotta pick up Torrence.....Golden Corral......."This is some good filet!"........."Who won American Idol?"......"Love Y'all".....Ron's coming.....Early morning May 27th 2007 ......I should get dressed........"Hell yeah we goin out!"........"Liquor?Ok, we can stop"....."Yeah, they can ride with us, we got room".......Hell no, not in my limo......"We'll drop you off here"......Who's that behind me......Did he just grab me-POP..........."I'm.... hit"........

     I'm hit. I'm shot. Where was I hit? I can't stand up. I hear people screaming, running. I can't feel anything. If I was shot, why don't I feel pain? Everything's getting quiet. I see Ron's lips moving, but I can't hear him. I'm back inside my limo, laying down now I think. I see the colored lights on the roof. The colors are beautiful....My eyes are closing now. I can feel the limo moving. I need to sleep.....

    Oh....Am I at Rawn's house? I must've fallen asleep on the couch in the TV room 'cause I can hear Rawn's voice. Why can't I open my eyes? Who is Rawn talking to? I don't recognize anyone else's voice. What are they saying? Oh yeah, I got shot. I guess that wasn't a bad dream after all. That's why I can't move. Rawn is here? Okay, I'm at Bayfront. Everything's okay, Rawn is here.

     I never imagined how I would die, but I can honestly say I didn't know I would go out the way I did. I didn't think that some of the last words I would utter would be, "I'm hit" like what I told my friend Ron when I got shot on May 27th 2007. I had no idea when I went out the night of the 26th that it would be the end of my ride. At least I had family at my side when I left my earthly body, I couldn't ask for more than that.

They say your life flashes before your eyes at the end.....well, that's true. What they don't tell you is that in that moment, you see all the important faces of those you love and you say all the things you wish you had said when you had the chance before. I want to tell you, I saw your face. I love you. I will miss you....until we meet again.