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#OKC #NOW #TODAY #ALPHASinthePARK! Join the Men of #AlphaPhiAlpha as the present their Annual Gathering by the water with fun for the whole family! #AlphasInAction #AlphasInActionOKC #BetaEtaLambda #BlackAndOldGold #1906

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#ALPHA #OKCBOMBING #AlphasInActionOKC #OmegaChapter Derwin Miller was my brother. He aspired to be a federal agent or secret service officer. We laughed and hung out and held each other down. On April 18, 1995 he called me at Brickhouse (The first black owned nightclub in Bricktown) and asked me to follow him to drop his convertible Benz off for repairs and take him back to work. The plan was for the car to stay there overnight and for me to chill at his crib and I'd drive him to work the next morning. I always enjoyed visiting him at work and kicking back with his co-workers and sharing a laugh. Fate would have it that he decided to pick his car up after getting a quote for it's repair that was above what he had budgeted and I did not end up taking him to work the next morning. If I had, I would have walked inside and sat at his desk and laughed my ass off with him before he had to get busy at work. On April 19, 1995 Derwin Miller went to work at the Social Security Office on the first floor of the Alfred P. Murrough building in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. I wasn't there...he isn't here...and the what if's still haunt me. I LOVE YOU FRAT!

#OKCBombing #DerwinMiller would always say how much he wished his life was more like mine. He confessed that "thrills" were part of the attraction to becoming a Secret Service Agent. This day is the annual reminder of how interesting my life has been...and how every achievement I make is a celebration of and for him. I was so close to being there with him. And now I know what "Survivor's Remorse" is. I befriended him knowing how difficult it can be to connect with people of the same mindset when relocating to a new city. I had relocated often in my life an luckily learned to attract friendships easily...and in the Family of #AlphaPhiAlpha, I was the brother to know in this state to meet all the brothers across the board...and I introduced Derwin to the locals. I then kept checking in on him and inviting him out. I made sure he could find happiness in OKC through the brotherhood. We spoke of the highest ideals in being #Alphamen. #AlphasInActionOKC was created with his influence in mind. I never ever saw him not smiling...now I hardly ever smile since he passed. Two weeks of digging was torture to my soul. Then when he was was found I imagined the torture to his soul. I hate this day because he died on it. I love this day because it reminds me to be grateful for every day I lived past his death. This is the single most shocking day of my life. A #terrorist bomb in #OKLAHOMA? And this guy recites our favorite poem while being executed? Man, what a way to spit on #Derwin's grave. And I recite #Invictus on days like this just to make it through. Today is torture. I hate today...yet I love it. #GOD please help me! I have the best intentions in my quest. Mankind will be blessed by my success. I do this in Derwin's name. He was a good member of #AlphaPhiAlpha. #AlwaysSmiling

#OKCBombing #DerwinMiller would always say how much he wished his life was more like mine. He confessed that "thrills" were part of the attraction to becoming a Secret Service Agent. This day is the annual reminder of how interesting my life has been...and how every achievement I make is a celebration of and for him. I was so close to being there with him. And now I know what "Survivor's Remorse" is. I befriended him knowing how difficult it can be to connect with people of the same mindset when relocating to a new city. I had relocated often in my life an luckily learned to attract friendships easily...and in the Family of #AlphaPhiAlpha, I was the brother to know in this state to meet all the brothers across the board...and I introduced Derwin to the locals. I then kept checking in on him and inviting him out. I made sure he could find happiness in OKC through the brotherhood. We spoke of the highest ideals in being #Alphamen. #AlphasInActionOKC was created with his influence in mind. I never ever saw him not smiling...now I hardly ever smile since he passed. Two weeks of digging was torture to my soul. Then when he was was found I imagined the torture to his soul. I hate this day because he died on it. I love this day because it reminds me to be grateful for every day I lived past his death. This is the single most shocking day of my life. A #terrorist bomb in #OKLAHOMA? And this guy recites our favorite poem while being executed? Man, what a way to spit on #Derwin's grave. And I recite #Invictus on days like this just to make it through. Today is torture. I hate today...yet I love it. #GOD please help me! I have the best intentions in my quest. Mankind will be blessed by my success. I do this in Derwin's name. He was a good member of #AlphaPhiAlpha. #AlwaysSmiling

#ALPHA #OKCBOMBING #AlphasInActionOKC #OmegaChapter Derwin Miller was my brother. He aspired to be a federal agent or secret service officer. We laughed and hung out and held each other down. On April 18, 1995 he called me at Brickhouse (The first black owned nightclub in Bricktown) and asked me to follow him to drop his convertible Benz off for repairs and take him back to work. The plan was for the car to stay there overnight and for me to chill at his crib and I'd drive him to work the next morning. I always enjoyed visiting him at work and kicking back with his co-workers and sharing a laugh. Fate would have it that he decided to pick his car up after getting a quote for it's repair that was above what he had budgeted and I did not end up taking him to work the next morning. If I had, I would have walked inside and sat at his desk and laughed my ass off with him before he had to get busy at work. On April 19, 1995 Derwin Miller went to work at the Social Security Office on the first floor of the Alfred P. Murrough building in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. I wasn't there...he isn't here...and the what if's still haunt me. I LOVE YOU FRAT!