Gary, the most magnificent bastard I’ve ever met.

One moment, he’s yelling at me, the next, he’s hugging me because I’m being emotional. He’s been there for me in some of my darkest moments, a rock, a true friend. He’s also been the first one to call me out on my bullshit! A true brother in all senses of the word.

I say these things in the present tense because I still hear the guy yelling at me or laughing at some stupid Grandma’s Boy reference. Sitting there, watching RiffTrax or some obscure horror movie we found, he always had some ridiculous comment that would make you choke with laughter. I could not ask for a better cohort.

Beyond his gruff exterior, Gary always had a rare charm that amazed me. The most eloquent and dashing soul that could befriend the entire room. His charisma was astounding, and I will always miss it but never forget. The impression that he’s made will be felt forever…

To quote Charles Bukowski -

“What matters most is how well you walk through the fire.”

Boy did he…

Love you brother