Ode to J.B (James Garcia)

I got a call from one of my best friends yesterday that an old jr. high school friend of our passed away. His name was J.B Garcia. He was a clown. He is the guy you would want at your party because he was the life of it. I remember back in 8th grade he had a big time crush on me and asked me to be his girlfriend at one of our jr. high school dances. I said yes. You see J.B was very heavy but because of him being heavy he was looked upon as not being the chick magnet that others were. I remember thinking to myself at the time ..well he seems nice. He was loud and sometime obnoxious but I was his chick for maybe 3 hours and those 3 hours all that mattered. He smiled and was shy then. We never kissed or anything like that. I guess he figured he would not get anywhere with me and broke up with me a couple of days later which I was more than happy to oblige. We still were friends. I remember my friend Johanna had a quincinera ( a 15 year coming out party) and J.B's grandma was in the hospital. Because she couldnt go and see all the pomp and circumstance ..Johanna had to go to J.B's grandmas room in her white gown as big as a wedding dress so she could see her dress. It was a hoot. That was so J.B. His memorial is tomorrow. I am only sorry I couldnt be there. I would tell these storys. He went into a diabetic shock and then a coma lying down by his wife. He was going to be 46 in a few days. J.B you were the best and I will never forget you. You made a part of my growing up such a great place to be. I will miss you always pulling up your jeans because you didnt wear a belt. I will miss you yelling at the top of your lungs during lunch. You were the original Bulushi before he came to be.Yep it just make one wonder about their own mortality.