I took this at my house on Thursday, March 17th 2011. Saint Patrick's Day. Antonio on the right, Johnny on the left. The day before he passed away.
"We understand death for the first time when he puts his hand upon one whom we love."
Johnny's death was a living nightmare that no one could wake up from.
Over the past few days, my life has altered immensely. The friends i've made throughout my time at Beacon have been my savior, and we've learned the importance of leaning on each other in times of darkness. These friends have always been my family, but now, much more so than ever.
John's passing has reconfirmed the fact that life is fragile, and yet death will never conquer love. We will all hold on to John's existence as an example of how life is to never be taken for granted, no matter how cliché that sounds. It is a shame that it takes something as horrible as this to reiterate that point, but it has also been beautiful to be apart of this coming together of friends and healing as one.
We miss you so, so, so much Johnny, but we know you're looking out for us in a better place. I know you're safe, just make sure we are too.
Rest in Pride, Power, and Peace, 6/22/93-3/19/11.
I'll never forget your smile, your eyes, your voice. I miss you everyday.