Author: RoyalDouglas

Rest in Peace, Ate Kysa

With profound sorrow and heavy hearts, we say goodbye to someone who brought warmth, strength, and light into the lives of all who knew her—our beloved Ate Kysa. Her passing has left a void that cannot be filled, and her absence is felt deeply by her family, friends, and everyone fortunate enough to have crossed paths with her. Though the pain is immense, today we honor her life, her love, and the countless memories she gifted us.

Ate Kysa was more than just a sister, daughter, or friend—she was a constant source of love, wisdom, and quiet courage. To those close to her, she was a protector and a guide. She was the kind of person who listened without judgment and gave without expecting anything in return. Her laughter had a way of easing even the heaviest burdens, and her hugs could make anyone feel safe in a world that often feels overwhelming.

She lived her life with grace, humility, and a deeply rooted sense of compassion. Whether it was helping a neighbor, staying up late to comfort someone in pain, or sacrificing her own time to care for her younger siblings, Ate Kysa never hesitated to put others before herself. Her love was a steady force—gentle yet fierce—and those who knew her felt its impact every day.

What many will remember most is the way she made people feel. She had a heart that radiated kindness, a smile that could light up even the darkest day, and a soul that seemed to understand the unspoken battles others were fighting. Her words, whether spoken softly or with conviction, always carried meaning. She uplifted, inspired, and made you believe that even the smallest acts of love could change the world.

In her final days, Ate Kysa faced her struggles with the same strength and dignity that defined her life. Though her departure was far too soon, her legacy will live on in every life she touched. Her spirit will linger in the stories shared, the lessons passed down, and the quiet moments when her memory gently returns to us—like a whisper in the wind or the warmth of sunlight on our skin.

To grieve is to have loved deeply, and today, we grieve because Ate Kysa meant the world to so many. Let us not be consumed by the darkness of this loss, but instead be guided by the light she leaves behind. Let us honor her by continuing to show kindness, to lift others up, and to live with the same compassion and courage she carried so effortlessly.

Ate Kysa, you may no longer be with us in body, but your soul is forever imprinted on our hearts. Thank you for your life—for all the love, the laughter, the sacrifices, and the moments that now become cherished memories. You were truly one of a kind.

Rest in peace, Ate. You are deeply missed and endlessly loved. We will carry your memory with us, always. 🕊️💐

BREAKING OVERNIGHT: Man Found Dead Following Shooting in North St. Louis

St. Louis, MO — July 18, 2025 — A tragic and violent episode unfolded overnight in North St. Louis, leaving a community rattled and authorities scrambling for answers. Just after midnight, emergency dispatchers received a 911 call reporting gunfire in the 5200 block of Wabada Avenue, a quiet residential stretch tucked within the Kingsway West neighborhood.

Responding officers from the St. Louis Metropolitan Police Department arrived on the scene minutes later to find a man lying unresponsive on the sidewalk near the curb. Despite rapid life-saving efforts by first responders and paramedics, the man was pronounced dead at the scene.

The victim, whose identity has not yet been released pending family notification, is believed to be a man in his late 20s to early 30s. According to early reports, he had sustained multiple gunshot wounds to the upper body. Investigators were seen canvassing the area, collecting shell casings, photographing the scene, and speaking with shaken residents who had been startled awake by the sound of gunfire.

“There were five or six loud pops — I thought it was fireworks at first,” said a neighbor who wished to remain anonymous. “But then I looked outside and saw the flashing lights and knew something bad had happened.”

No suspects have been arrested as of early Friday morning, and the motive remains unclear. Detectives with the department’s Homicide Division have taken over the investigation and are working to determine whether the shooting was targeted or a random act of violence.

Authorities have also not confirmed whether any security footage from nearby homes or businesses captured the incident. Police are urging anyone with information to come forward.

“We need the community’s help to bring justice to this man’s family,” a police spokesperson stated at a press briefing around 3:00 a.m. “We know someone saw or heard something. Even the smallest tip can help us piece together what happened.”

This marks yet another heartbreaking incident in a city that has struggled with persistent gun violence. As of mid-July, St. Louis has seen a troubling rise in homicides, prompting renewed calls for both legislative action and community-based intervention programs.

Local activist and anti-violence advocate Carla Simmons expressed frustration over the ongoing crisis: “We’re tired of waking up to this. Tired of seeing young men lose their lives in our streets. This isn’t just a policing issue — this is about resources, opportunity, and people caring for one another.”

A makeshift memorial of candles, flowers, and handwritten notes began to form on the sidewalk by sunrise. Neighbors, friends, and family members gathered quietly, many wiping away tears and consoling one another. Several remained on the scene through the morning, hoping to make sense of the loss and offer support to the grieving family.

The St. Louis Metropolitan Police Department is asking anyone with knowledge of the incident to call their Homicide Division directly or provide anonymous tips through CrimeStoppers at 1-866-371-TIPS.

This is a developing story. More details will be provided as they become available.

We Finally Said Our Goodbyes – A Tribute to Roy, My Father-in-Law

We finally said our goodbyes, but it still doesn’t feel real. Rest in peace, Roy — my father-in-law, my friend, and a man whose presence left an everlasting mark on our lives. Your passing has left a silence that echoes loudly in our hearts, yet within that silence, your memory speaks in the most tender ways — through laughter we shared, lessons you taught, and the way you made us feel so deeply cared for.

From the very first day we met, you made me feel right at home. There was no judgment, no pretense — just your steady, kind presence, welcoming me into the family as though I had always been a part of it. That gesture alone, simple as it may have seemed, meant more than words could ever express. You didn’t have to open your heart to me, but you did — and from that moment forward, I knew I was fortunate to know you, to learn from you, and to call you family.

You weren’t just a father-in-law. You were a cornerstone. A guiding light. A source of quiet strength and wisdom. Whether it was a story from your younger years, your subtle sense of humor, or the gentle advice you shared when times got tough, you always knew how to make things better. You had that rare gift — the ability to listen without judgment and speak without ego. You made people feel safe. Loved. Valued.

Your memory will live on — not just in the photographs, the stories, or the keepsakes left behind — but in the way we carry ourselves, in the love we show one another, and in the traditions that will continue because of the example you set. You taught us to love fully, to work hard, to remain humble, and to show up for each other no matter what. These values weren’t things you preached; they were simply how you lived.

Deep in our hearts, you’ll always stay — loved and missed every single day. There’s not a meal, a gathering, or a quiet Sunday that won’t feel your absence, yet also be filled with your spirit. We’ll hear your voice in our minds when we need guidance, feel your encouragement when we face life’s trials, and smile when we recall those moments of shared joy — the warm greetings, the belly laughs, the hugs that lingered just a little longer.

You were the kind of man people aspire to be — not because you were perfect, but because you were real. You loved fiercely, worked tirelessly, and gave of yourself generously. You had a way of making those around you feel seen and appreciated, and that’s a rare and beautiful thing.

Roy, thank you for everything — for welcoming me with open arms, for loving your family with all your heart, and for being a steady presence in a world that often feels uncertain. Saying goodbye hurts more than words can say, but we find comfort in knowing your love still surrounds us. It lives in your children, your grandchildren, and in those of us lucky enough to be part of your world.

We’ll carry you with us, always. Your seat may be empty, but your spirit fills the room. Until we meet again, rest easy, Roy.

Forever in our hearts. 💔🕊️