To my friend,fallen street soldier and family man,Rest in peace Brother

We are always thinking about it and taught about not taking life for granted. It has always amazed me in how our feelings can be nil for so many around us. We can care and have some feelings for some. But loving your friends in life is so much more then family. Sometimes it can be so much more as the moments creating the bond is so different. I myself since a child,always had a hard time dealing with love. For many years I never held many against my heart. My dear friend was one that attached to my heart,losing connections here and there,we would always start where we left off. In life we come across many people that have a true meaning in our lives. Whether we are with that person through to the very end or carry very fond memories. So for this post,this is about a respectful man to me and loved. A man,friend,street soldier,lover to a beautiful wife,a joyfull man,funny and loyal as they come. My good old friend Blair was one of very few I would give my life for and vise versa. Now many of you that know me,know if I give you my time. Means I give you my mind and my heart and which is rare to be honest. As I encourage others to be close,but myself am not. I am not a hand shaker,hugger and sweet talker with close one's. But at a second would destroy anyone trying to hurt them,my bond will always show my feelings. I am taking this news pretty harsh of him passing right now. A year and a half ago,I walked away from our friendship. I am no fan of heavy drinkers,it changes people and very fast. It effected a time in our lives that was not right. I would not deal with and now I feel like I bailed on something I should of fought more help for. Anyway I am not gonna sit here and tell this amazing man's bad traits. Cause as far as I am concerned,without the drinking. I had some of the best times and worst times in my life with the man since we met. We touched each others hearts in so many ways. I watched him bring laughter and joy to many many people's lives. So I met Blair when I was just going into kindergarten,he was one ugly ass mofo just like me. He had black hair and freckles,I had blond hair and freckles. So yes we were fucking ugly,the ugly duck would run and laugh at us. When he met my mother for the first time, I will never forget we were being loud. My mom came and gave us shit,Blair looked her right in the eyes. 'Says Mrs. Jensen you can't give me trouble',I am not your kid.' She says to him I don't fucking care who's kid you are,I'll whoop your ass if you act out in my house,lol. The look on his face was priceless,he then says,'I thought you said,she was like my mom. We were about 6,ha ha. She is  crazier then mine he says ha ha. I still chuckle over that. We did everything together until I hit about 8,then I started playing hockey and him some. But not as much as me,plus I had baseball and Karate. Then soccer and kickboxing,So we split temporary. Anyway about 11 we started hanging more together causing little havoc here and there. We clicked so well because neither of us had a good loving up bringing with family. We confided in more ways then one about our ass beatings. This one time we were stopping cars on the side streets as kids for funtime. Asking for the time,then one of us would grab the bumper and go for a ride. "BUMPER RIDING" This one time some man and his son slammed on brakes. We ran and they chased after us and got me,started whooping my ass. Blair came running from behind a tree and pulled the son's pants down. So funny as we were just roaring...He stopped in a panic,trying to pull his pants up,the dad whooping my ass stopped. We then took the dad out and stuffed him in a garbage can,lol. Ha ha I know right,we laughed almost everytime we talked about it for 30 years. Another time we were egging cars from a hill top,I threw this egg. The window of the car was open,well you know from here that never ended well. Well we kept throwing eggs,about 20 minutes later. Some big ass fucker came to give us a whooping,we had about 20 eggs left. When he grabbed Blair,I threw a egg at buddies face so he let go. Then we lit him up with the rest. I know you think we were little fuckers,that was fun and we never looked at consequences. Wtf is a stranger gonna do our mom is not gonna... More fun than sitting on cell phones. So about 13 I got kicked out of the house for the night in the summer for the first time. I walked across the the community to his house. He snuck me in his window and I slept in his closet cause his mom was tad off like my mom and would of beat both our asses. In the morning we snuck into my mom's. I took a bunch of food and went to the Fox hole,this was a place we would play army. Was a hole in the side of a hill in the woods. Long story short, I stayed there for 2 days eating,playing and sleeping. He came by those days after school and we hung out til he had to go home. Growing up Blair and I had very strict mothers that whooped our asses,we were in and out of our houses. Later on come winter and I was kicked out by my mother,I wondered the streets for a few days freezing and hungry. He would search for me daily and bring me to his house to warm up and eat. We stayed tight and then drifted for about 3 years,I did a stint in the joint. When I got out,he was connected and so was I. Running our own crews and own business. We started hanging again doing some collecting together. At 15 and 16 we worked for some pretty high up dark worlds I will call them. Well at almost 16 we had a deal go wrong,both of us ended up on the barrel of a gun. I was pistol whipped and him as well,we looked at each other. We made eye contact and made the rush for both guys. Bull dozed them to the ground and started to run. Running like mad while we were being shot at through the park. We lived another day. Life went on and we always connected and started where we left off. Both of us did a stint in the jail and I started a family and he married into one. We had some good times between camping,hiking,birthday parties and concerts. I will always keep him in my heart as the bond was not like I have with others. We made it through a rough up bringing and street warfare. Our bond was great...The roaring super loud laugh he carried was one always heard and never forgotten. I will always keep memories strong and keep your name alive to all. I will miss you for you touched me like many have never. Losing touch the last while took me the hardest as I never got to say good bye. My heart will continue to flower and grow wishing you were here. Remember all our hardships,triumphs and things we conquered and loved over the years. Much love my friend,soldier and brother. Til we meet again. Love the Jensen Family and me. xoxo