Charity Motorcycle run

This past weekend we had a memorial Motorcycle run for my best Friend who passed away 4 years ago, it is also a charity fund raiser for a local children’s activity he used to volunteer for.

 It is hard to think I have gone 4 years without hearing his voice or to have him play a joke on me, but as in life all good things come to an end, and he met his way, way too early!

 The event raised money this year for a youth Football team called the Quincy Menets, they are a football team that Justin (my friend) coached and volunteered a lot of his time to, located in Quincy Massachusetts in a section called Houghs neck.  We were raising money for the kid’s safety equipment and uniforms and for whatever else they may need.

 We had a Pig Roast and BBQ chicken, with baked beans, corn and salad for food with coffee, soda water as well as the Bar. There was live music and a DJ playing music in between the live acts. There were over 50 raffle items to help raise money and t-shirts with a design Justin’s brother drew special for this occasion.

Justin was an artist and made a pretty successful go at it designing shirts and painting morals and designs for Tattoos and as an auction item his family put up one of his drawings of a Blues singer playing a harmonica at the house of blues.

 We had food, drink and entrainment, Motorcycle games and we all shared stories about Justin and his antics, Justin lived his life to the fullest, every second he was alive was an adventure I got to share with him, never a dull moment when we were together that is for sure.

 Thank you to Sue and all the Sherburne's for all the hard work that went into it. Thank you to the Dilks’, the VFW in North Eastern, Massachusetts, The Lafayette club in Taunton Massachusetts, and to all the people that donated and helped out.

Forever Side by Side . . . I Remember you, I Miss you, I Love you, See you on the flipside fatty!

 

 

Lets ride!

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~