"Ride On, Jamond"

He came into this world already in stride,

He ran like the wind, threw like the stars,
A quarterback, protector, brother, and friend,
With teammates like kin and dreams stretched far
Big trucks, dusty boots, & horses to ride,
With Dust on his jeans, pride in his stride,

"The Cape Never Came Off"

He rode in boots, not just cleats,
A cowboy soul with quarterback feats.
Under Friday night lights or Oklahoma skies,
He carried the weight where true strength lies.

Not all heroes fly, some just run plays,
Calling audibles through life's wild maze.
With a spiral of hope & a grin full of grace,
He'd huddle the hurting, then quicken the pace.

His cape wasn't satin, no emblem in thread-
It was how he showed up, how he led.
For aunties & cousins, for mamas & friends,

He'd tip his hat, then lift your load,
Patch your fence, repave your road.
A village protector, fierce and kind,
With a heart like a drumline keeping time.

Now the field feels quiet, the saddle's still
But his legend rides on every hill.
Because Jamond, our star, our shield, our flame
Wore his cape never seeking fame.

So we honor the man who never stood small,
Who caught every fall, who answered each call.
And thought he's gone where the sunsets blaze,
His cape still flutters forever in our days.

He roughhoused with Kairo, chased Khali around,
A nephew's giggle was his favorite sound.
And now, though his boots rest still on the ground,
A child of his own will soon arrive,
A heartbeat echoing the Silas name,
A legacy born, a soul to thrive,
A torch still burning in love's flame.

So ride on Jamond,
With reins in hand & sky beneath