Book Dedication to Sheldon H. "DJ Saxwell" Martinez
I thought I would work on this dedication while the
pain is still so fresh and new. I cannot
believe you are actually gone. I will
miss you every day for the rest of my life; that is why I am dedicating this
book to you.
Where do I begin Sax? You made everyone you came in contact with
feel special. You were an amazing man. I’m sitting here trying to define our
relationship but I don’t know that I can.
I mean certainly we were fond of one another but it was strictly
platonic, right? Hmmmm? I know for certain my biological brother
never smacked me on the ass…but I digress.
I was introduced to you through mutual friends at a
party where you were working. I had been
invited to attend Monday Night Martini events but somehow, I never really made
it until one week I finally did. I think
that may have been back in 2010, or 2011, I don’t know? What I do know is that my life has never been
the same since then. I think I had met
you prior to becoming involved with MNM so I guess I met or passed the
membership requirements.
I think you brought out the best in people. We rarely disagreed but it didn’t matter because
you were going to be right regardless.
We spent a lot of time together but were we as close as we could have
been? Probably not but that is the issue
at hand. I don’t allow many folks to get
that close to me Sax and you were one of them and then you had to go and get
yourself killed. “I am mad at you! You didn’t have to go out like that bruh…” However, I do know that when your number is
up, you’re done.
Oh, and on a final note. That was real cute what you did with the
phone at Soiree’. People might think I’m
imaging things in the midst of my grief but I know it was you screwing with me
one last time. You got me my
friend. Rest in peace Suga Bear.
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