An open letter to my children
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Excerpts from conversations with my Love & Wife, Jodi, of nearly 30 years
My Dearest William Alexander, Craig Michael, Justin Christopher, and Jefferson Vincent
and My One and Only Princess Brittany Alexis,
I Love Each of You, wholeheartedly, and you all received the very best of what I had to give!
But now, my purpose fulfilled and Godly assignment complete, this book has closed and a
new one will be written when Christ and the resurrected saints will reign on the earth in
the Millennium and in the New Earth.
Take comfort in knowing that I am now at home with the Lord. Grieve not and do not
slumber because Heaven is too good to fret. Smile with the Joy of the Lord, Jesus Christ,
and Encourage yourselves in Him.
Sons and Daughter, you are my legacy, my seed, so my story continues. Your lives are
living epistles, to illuminate the world as beacons of light for the Glory of God.
Rest assured that from the greatest of beginnings, I led a storied life. Enlivened with the
Ruach breath of God, I was gifted to my parents, Leslie and Lila Porter as a nearly 10
pound bouncing baby boy on February 17, 1967. I enjoyed a life filled with love of family
and God from as far back as I can recall, especially once my brother Langston, seven years
my junior, arrived. My grandparents James and Bertha Mae Christopher were an integral
part of my life and held a special place in my heart. Yes, Brittany, it’s true. I confess... I
wanted to name you Bertha Mae.
Growing up in Chevy Chase, Maryland, after living in both Central Park West in
Manhattan and Cambridge, Massachusetts, my parents settled in for worship at St.
Michael Episcopal Church. As an Acolyte and regular Sunday School attendee, some of
my fondest memories are of fishing on the lake at the Episcopal Church camp in Ivoryton,
Connecticut. My prized Eagle Scout, Craig Michael, Boy Scouts and youth football were
also a part of my upbringing, at least until I separated my shoulder. That’s just a part of
the sport, right, Justin?
As life would have it, I graduated from Emerson Preparatory School in Washington,
DC, and reunited with my best friend for life, Michael Emerich, who later joined me at
Morehouse College. Needless to say, we did what good Episcopal boys who’d spent 10
summers together at camp would do in a city like Atlanta.
My frolicking was short-lived, though, with the birth of my first son, William Alexander
Brown Porter, for I had crossed over into manhood and was now a doting and attentive
father. Soon, Princess Brittany, you received the breath of God, followed by your brothers
Craig Michael, my namesake, and Justin, my prodigy. I think we all needed a break to
prepare for our baby boy, Jefferson, who is a burst of energy and my Ace. Jeff, don’t let
your mom tell you otherwise... you said “dada” before “mama”. Seriously though, in you
all, I am well pleased.
My professional pursuits, led me from Vice President of Institutional Sales with Merrill
Lynch in Miami, to Smith Barney, now Morgan Stanley Smith Barney. A career change to
commercial real estate, was equally accomplished.
However, rest assured my children, fathering each of you, was my greatest accomplishment.
Parenting brought me incomparable joy and happiness.
As is the desire of every parent, it is my hope and prayer that you have better access,
experiences and opportunities that yield better outcomes, than even I enjoyed. It is my
prayer that you live in the fullness of everything that God has in store for you.
Lastly, knowing what I know now, live life in abundance, but always wanting to be pleasing
in God’s sight so, you, too, can claim the inheritance made possible through Jesus Christ.
So may the peace of the Lord be upon you knowing that I am joyful Heaven and free
from the evils of this world. I am where my inner man, my spirit and soul are; in a fully
conscious state with thoughts and emotions. So, my love for you all endures.
Until we meet again,