There are people who enter your life and leave a mark. And then there are people like JP, who become part of the story itself.
My heart is broken.
JP was that rare mix of energy and ease. He could pull you into a night you did not plan and make it unforgettable, while also bringing a calm that made everything feel okay. He was truly fun. Alive, curious, and fully present.
He made me laugh. The real kind of laugh where nothing else mattered. He gave warm, genuine hugs, and his smile and laugh were unmistakable. You could feel them before you even saw him.
He was engaging and interesting in a way that made every conversation feel meaningful. He showed up for people. Fully.
And yes, we got into some trouble. The best kind. From nights with Kumasan to our wedding in Cabo, to beach vacations and nights in New York that turned into stories we still tell. And Atlantic City, where I would be sweating as he bet big, while he just smiled like it was all part of the fun. I will never forget the weeknight he got out of bed just to come meet us because he did not want to miss out. That was JP.
What stays with me most is how deeply he loved his people. I see it in Brian, in the prayer group, and in the stories that keep surfacing. He did not just have friends. He built something lasting. A legacy of connection, laughter, and showing up.
We were lucky to be part of his world.
JP, you brought so much light, laughter, and heart into our lives. We will carry that with us always.
You will always be part of our story. You are love and you are loved.