4 Years and still missed

4 Years and still missed

This Saturday (August 2^nd) marks the fourth anniversary of my best friend and partner in crime’s passing. He died way too young, this past June he would have been 38 years old… like I said way too young to not be here busting my balls.

 Without getting into detail and putting blame on anyone or anything because he is gone and blame will not change the outcome, I will just say it was a motorcycle accident that took his life.

 Justin was as big as life and full of fun, bullshit and energy as anyone I have ever met. He had friends that crossed political, economic and social boundaries that would confuse a census taker, and he was ageless he had friends that were half his age as well as twice his age, he even had a city council woman he befriended, he was that big and full of life.

 Just before he passed I was introducing him to the entire Marx Brothers DVD collection as well as the original Pink Panther with Peter Sellers, we would watch one every week and then use the jokes and make comments about the movies to each other for days and sometimes weeks.

 He was a great artist, could have worked for Disney, in fact there was a time when he almost went down to Florida to work there. He was a Music nut too, he got the love of all music from his dad who love music and started him out on 50’s rock and roll, his tastes ended up resting on AC/DC and Government Mule and some serious blues music as well as Frank Sinatra. He made me listen to AC/DC so much I hated the group and would turn off the music whenever it came on. That was then, now I hear it and just turn it up, because on some level I like to think of him being the one playing it over the airwaves.

 I have not been able to watch The Marx brothers or The Pink Panther movies or even our favorite bad movie Hudson Hawk since he passed, I think Next year I will get some friends together and have a mini marathon, and raise a glass of his favorite whiskey and light his favorite Cigar to his memory.

 Not a day goes by that I do not say hello or tell him a joke, or yell at him or tell him how proud he would be of his brother and sister and his niece. Time seems to move faster as we get older. He may not be in my eyes, but he is in my heart and in my head. I miss you my Fat bastard friend.

You are missed, you are loved and you are remembered…See you on the other side.

Forever Side By Side

~Fitzy~