Wedding Crashing with Marcos
We were roommates in August 2017, and I happened to be on vacation. I remember he texted me to say that he was moving out, but he wouldn't tell me why. He said that we could talk about it when I got back. I assumed I must have done something to piss him off -- maybe I left too many dishes left in the sink, stole too many of his Mexican chocolates, got drunk and left an eggroll in his shoe? I had no idea what I could have done to make him move out so unexpectedly.
I frantically texted our other friends to see what I had done. Eventually, they convinced Marcos that he needed to give me a call. I'll never forget when he told me. My jaw dropped. I felt numb. I asked why he didn't let me know when he found out. He replied, "I wanted to let you enjoy your vacation."
That's the type of guy Marcos was. He always thought of others before himself - even during the hardest parts of his treatment, the lowest of lows. He never complained. He never wanted anyone to worry or to be a bother. He suffered silently and tried to fully shoulder the burden so others wouldn't have to - just like he always did. He was a warrior. Without a doubt, he was the strongest guy I know. He lived life with a contagious smile, goofy laugh, and genuine kindness in his heart. He was a gem. Truly, Marcos was one of kind: a 6'3" 250lb. hockey and professional rugby playing Mexican Jew with a weird Canadian accent and a repertoire of dad jokes a mile long.
On December 21, 2020, I lost a best friend, a mentor, a brother...someone whose last request to me was to make him proud. I have no idea how I'll live up to his legacy, but I'm going to try like hell.
Love you, Kitos.
That's the type of guy Marcos was. He always thought of others before himself - even during the hardest parts of his treatment, the lowest of lows. He never complained. He never wanted anyone to worry or to be a bother. He suffered silently and tried to fully shoulder the burden so others wouldn't have to - just like he always did. He was a warrior. Without a doubt, he was the strongest guy I know. He lived life with a contagious smile, goofy laugh, and genuine kindness in his heart. He was a gem. Truly, Marcos was one of kind: a 6'3" 250lb. hockey and professional rugby playing Mexican Jew with a weird Canadian accent and a repertoire of dad jokes a mile long.
On December 21, 2020, I lost a best friend, a mentor, a brother...someone whose last request to me was to make him proud. I have no idea how I'll live up to his legacy, but I'm going to try like hell.
Love you, Kitos.
