The Kyle Jones Foundation

10/15/2026

🎱 THIRD THURSDAY IS TOMORROW! 💙

Looking for somewhere to hang out, meet new people, and spend time with good company? Come join us at the Kyle Jones Foundation’s Third Thursday!

We’re creating a space for teens and young adults to connect, have fun, and know they don’t have to navigate life alone. Come shoot some pool, enjoy some food, and spend the evening with us! 🍽️🎱

📅 Tomorrow, Thursday, October 15th
⏰ 6:00 PM – 9:00 PM
📍 Breakroom Billiards
Behind McDonald’s in Rogersville, AL

🍴 Food will be provided!

Bring a friend, come as you are, and stay awhile. Sometimes the best conversations happen when we simply make room for one another. 💙

You belong here, and there’s always a place for you at our table!

10/13/2026

Want to be part of something that matters? Come check us out! 🏁🖤

At the Kyle Jones Foundation, we believe that no one should have to face their hardest battles alone. We’re working to keep the conversations going, spread mental health awareness, and make sure teens and young adults know they’re never alone in what they’re facing. 💙

Want to be part of the mission? 👀 Head over to our website to learn more about what we do, how you can donate, and how to become a sponsor! Whether you’re an individual looking to give back or a business wanting to make a difference, there’s a place for you here!

Every dollar, every partnership, and every bit of support helps us continue the mission and make a real difference in the lives of others. 🫶

🏁 Check us out here: https://www.kylejonesfoundation.org/

Let’s keep showing up, starting conversations, and reminding people that their lives matter. Together, we can make a difference. 🖤💙

The Kyle Jones Foundation was formed by the family and friends of Kyle Jones, a young man who left love, kindness, and laughter wherever he went and unfortunately, left this world too soon. Losing Kyle was one of the hardest moments of so many people's lives. We are dedicated to supporting teens and...

10/07/2026

Grief doesn’t end when the loss does. It changes. 🤍

At the Kyle Jones Foundation, we believe there’s room for the hard conversations, the memories, the anger, the laughter, and everything in between. We don’t have to forget someone to heal—we learn to carry their story differently.

Because sometimes grief is simply love that never left. ✨

The conversation continues.

10/01/2026

Su***de Awareness Month may be over, but the conversation isn’t. ❤️‍🩹

At the Kyle Jones Foundation, we believe the hard conversations don’t belong to just one month. The messy conversations. The uncomfortable conversations. The conversations about grief, loss, mental health, isolation, hopelessness, and the things people often struggle to say out loud.

We will continue sharing Kyle’s story—not to define him by how his story ended, but to remember the life he lived and to hopefully help someone else write a different ending to theirs.

And we’re just getting started.

Through our outreach, we’ll continue working to reach teens, young adults, families, schools, and communities with mental health resources, meaningful conversations, su***de awareness, men’s mental health support, grief and loss resources, and simply a reminder that no one has to walk through the hard stuff alone.

We’ll also be sharing more about our foundation merchandise soon. Every purchase helps put funds right back into the mission and allows us to continue reaching the people who need us most.

Thank you for listening. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for having the hard conversations with us. And most of all, thank you for continuing to support the Kyle Jones Foundation as we work to turn one family’s story of loss into a reason for hope for someone else.

The month may be over.

But the conversation continues. And so do we. ❤️

09/30/2026

WHAT IT WAS LIKE GROWING UP WITH KYLE ❤️
From his mom, Rebecca

Kyle was always a social butterfly.

He was constantly talking to someone, no matter where he was. And honestly, that was true even when he was a little boy.

In first grade, that particular gift nearly gave me—and a few other grown-ups—a heart attack. 😂

Kyle and Zackary rode the bus to my work every day after school. My work was only a couple of blocks from the school, so they were usually there within about 15 minutes of dismissal.

One afternoon, the bus stopped, the kids got off and went their separate ways…and only Zackary came inside.

I asked, “Where’s Kyle?”

Zackary said, “I don’t know. I thought you had him. He wasn’t on the bus.”

Well, I had not checked him out. Neither had anyone else.

So we locked the doors and headed to the school. The principal, Mr. Cornelius, immediately started calling buses and trying to figure out where this child had gone. Kyle’s teacher, Mrs. Johns, had already left campus but turned around to come back and help search.

And just as I was about to completely fall apart, we finally figured out where he was.

Kyle had gotten on a different bus with a friend…and then gotten off at her house, too! 😂

Thankfully, his t-ball coach’s wife was a family member of the little girl. She happened to be there when they got off the bus, recognized Kyle, and brought him back to the school.

This child climbed out of the vehicle with a snack, a drink, and a smile on his face like he had just been on a perfectly normal afternoon outing.

When we asked him why in the world he was on this little girl’s bus, he looked at us with complete confusion and simply said:

“We were still talking.”

😂

Apparently, Kyle wasn’t finished with the conversation, so he decided the logical thing to do was just keep it going.

It’s funny now, especially remembering the completely confused look on his face as he tried to figure out why all these grown-ups were so upset.

As far as Kyle was concerned, he was just living his little 7-year-old life. He was focused on his friend, enjoying the moment, and having a good time.

And in so many ways, that little story says so much about who Kyle was.

He lived life fully. He was present. He was interested in people. He found joy in the moment. He made connections everywhere he went.

And I miss that so much.

Since losing Kyle, one of the things I’ve tried to do is carry some of those lessons with me—to slow down, be present, focus on the people in front of me, and find the joy in the moment instead of always worrying about what comes next.

Kyle taught me so much about life without ever knowing he was teaching me anything.

Sometimes, I think those are the lessons that stay with us the longest.

09/28/2026

We know we’ve spent this month focusing on Kyle’s life—not his death. ❤️

We’ve shared the funny stories, the memories, the brother, the son, the friend, and the person Kyle was before his story ended. Because Kyle was so much more than the way we lost him.

But today, we want to pause and share something different.

These are Alabama statistics. Not national numbers. Not statistics from somewhere far away. These are numbers from right here in our state—and they show just how important conversations about men’s mental health and su***de truly are.

Among Alabama residents ages 15–24, males accounted for approximately 83% of su***de deaths in 2022. In 2024, Alabama recorded 837 su***de deaths—an average of more than 2 lives lost every single day.

Behind every number is a person.
Behind every person is a family.
Behind every family is a story.

And we believe those stories deserve to continue.

Our goal has never been to make Kyle a statistic. It has been to make sure his life can help someone else keep theirs.

Start the conversation. Check in. Listen without judgment. Remind the men and young people in your life that they don’t have to carry it alone.

Because sometimes, one conversation really can change everything.

If you or someone you know is struggling, call or text 988 for the Su***de & Crisis Lifeline.

Kyle’s life mattered. Your life matters. Their life matters. ❤️

***dePrevention

09/26/2026

There’s another part of Kyle’s story that deserves to be told. 🤍

Kyle lost his father to su***de at a young age.

Growing up with that kind of loss meant Kyle was introduced to the reality of mental health and su***de long before most people ever should be. And we know that mental health conditions can have a genetic component. Having a family history can increase vulnerability, but genetics are only one piece of a much bigger picture. They do not determine a person’s future.

For Kyle, that history was part of his story—but it was never all of his story.

If you knew Kyle, you knew how deeply he loved people.

He showed up. He helped. He gave what he had, even when he didn’t have much to give. His family and friends mattered to him immensely. He found joy in being around people, making them laugh, helping them when they needed it, and making memories with them.

Maybe that’s one of the things we want people to understand most when we tell Kyle’s story.

Mental health doesn’t erase the life of the person experiencing it.

Kyle wasn’t just someone who struggled.

He was someone’s son. Someone’s brother. Someone’s uncle. Someone’s best friend. He was the kid who made people laugh, the brother who showed up, the friend who would spend his last dollar to help someone get where they needed to be.

He had dreams. He had favorite things. He had inside jokes. He had people he loved fiercely—and people who loved him just as fiercely.

He had a whole life.

And while we may never fully understand the battle Kyle carried, we can choose to understand that the battle was never the entirety of who he was.

That is why we tell these stories.

Not to romanticize his struggles. Not to erase the pain. But to remember the person behind it all.

Because Kyle’s life deserves to be remembered for more than how it ended.

He lived. He loved. He mattered. And he still does. 🤍

***deAwarenessMonth

09/25/2026

What it was like growing up with Kyle — from his stepsister, Kaity. ❤️

“I’d like to tell one of Kyle’s favorite stories to tell about us.

I can’t remember how old I was, but I remember that I could drive and he couldn’t yet. We were bickering, as siblings do lol, and things got heated. I can’t remember who threw the keys at who, but one of us did. 😂

Well… they missed.

The keys went straight through one of the windows at Becky’s. We looked at each other, both knowing we had just messed up, and immediately burst out laughing. Then we cleaned it up together.

That was Kyle. We could never stay upset with each other for long. Even when we messed up, he somehow found a way to turn it into something we’d laugh about for years.

Later in life, we’d look back on that broken window and laugh all over again.

He had a way of brightening every situation—even the ones where we probably should’ve been in a little trouble. 😂

And that’s the Kyle I want people to remember. Not just the way his story ended, but the brother who could make you laugh in the middle of a mess, the kid who made memories out of ordinary days, and the person who made life a little lighter just by being in it.

This was Kyle. ❤️”

09/24/2026

What was life like growing up with Kyle? 🤍

From his brother, Logan:

The pain. The heartache. The tears. The sadness. Those are the things people often see in our eyes when we talk about Kyle. But behind all of that is a lifetime of memories—and a person who was so much more than the way his story ended.

Kyle was one of the most perfectly imperfect people I’ve ever known.

The same kid who could get in trouble that morning for doing donuts in a parking lot was the same kid who would spend that evening moving mountains to help someone who needed him. He could be mad at you at 1:00 and pulling into your driveway at 1:30 because you needed help.

That was Kyle.

He lived life to the fullest, and helping the people he loved was always at the top of his list.

There were plenty of times I needed someone to watch my kids, and Kyle would volunteer without hesitation because he loved spending time with his nieces and nephew. What he didn’t tell me until afterward was that he had called into work just so he could be there. He didn’t care what it might cost him financially. He cared about being there for the people he loved.

And trust me, we fought. Boy, did we fight. 😂 We screamed, yelled, and even got into some actual physical fights. But no matter how bad things got, we always found our way back to each other. Kyle was always there when I needed him.

He was the kind of person who would spend his last dollar on gas just to show up for a friend. His friends and family came second to absolutely nothing.

And that smile. That laugh.

Kyle could find a reason to laugh no matter what was going on. He had a way of being the light in a dark room without even trying.

Kyle was here for 7,274 days—19 years, 10 months, and 7 days. When you look at it that way, it doesn’t seem like nearly enough time. Most of his life was spent as a child, and he had only just begun his life outside of school.

And yet, somehow, he left an impact that reached far beyond those 7,274 days.

Kyle was an avid Tennessee fan. At his funeral, I had never seen that much Tennessee orange in one place. It didn’t matter how dedicated you were to your own team that day. People set that aside because Kyle and the impact he had on their lives mattered more.

People traveled from states away. Some had only met Kyle once or twice. But even those brief encounters were enough for him to leave a mark.

I could spend days writing about Kyle and still never find the right words.

But actions speak louder than words.

That’s why we started the Kyle Jones Foundation. To carry his legacy the best way we know how, and to remind people of something Kyle showed us through the way he lived:

You are loved.
You are valued.
You are important.
You absolutely matter.

“Love Like Kyle Jones” isn’t just a saying to us.

It’s a goal.

Because when Kyle gave someone his love, it was a love they couldn’t forget. 🤍