I lost one of my Oldest and most respected friends this week. He passed away far too young. He’s watched my back since I was 8 Years old but I drew this to kind of explain what I am feeling and try to help get some of the emotion out after a loss of someone as important to me as he was.
Well the story behind this starts back when I was 8 years old in second grade starting at a new school after my parents split. I was the little kid in the wheelchair that a few of the High school students liked to pick on. Well my Friend Jesse was a Senior in high school then and saw I was getting picked on by the high school kids as a pretty much defenseless 2nd grader so he started to defend me and help me learn to ignore those who picked on me even after he graduated Jesse helped me get through elementary school with a few different classmates that liked to pick on me and stuff like that. middle school was pretty much bully free but I knew Jesse was still there if I needed him. Well a few years later I needed Jesse again this time it wasn’t bullies it was help getting through a combat tour deployment with my mom’s boyfriend at the time, through that year Jesse helped me more than ever during a time in my life of just surviving having MRSA the year before and being 15. Jesse really helped me get through it all without going insane. If it wasn’t for Jesse my life may have been a lot different and I honestly don’t know if I would be the same person I am today without him. Jesse even tho you’re gone now I’d like to say thank you for all you have done for me man, I really appreciate it more than you know. May you rest in peace.