Dear Elliot (RIP)

Dear Elliot,

I know you already know this, but I think about you every second of everyday. I think about your Mom, Dad, Brothers, and Sister. I think about the people you loved. I think about the boys. I think about your giant smile and your loud voice. Your incredibly big hug that made anyone feel small.

I remember the last day we spent together. I remember how you had to take a bus from New York City to visit Parth and I in Washington, D.C. even though you would only be able to stay for less than 48 hours. I had just started my trip across the country and we weren’t sure when we would see each other again. You surprised us at the last moment and got on that bus to DC. That last morning we spent together I took this picture of you. We had a perfect day.

I look back on photos from our childhood. E, we had it better than anyone. We did it all. I can say with confidence that no kids had it better than the Monterey Blvd. Boys. You and your brothers, including the Waterbury/Waterman/Perozzi/Tridas/Liebel bros, were the brothers I never had. Without you, I never would have met my brothers. You always made sure I was included, protected, and safe. You were the glue that kept us all together. You did this all even though I was still 6 inches taller than you. Do you remember catching our first redfish in the Me Too, playing manhunt barefoot, swimming in bayou, sneaking into Ryan’s room to look at his car magazines, Tiny, Sheba, playing in a screamo band with JJ, making up new games with Ryan and lil C, and so many more? I do, everyday.

I remember when we had to go to different high schools. We grew apart in the beginning. That freshmen year I struggled. I didn’t have my best friend. I was in a bad place. But true to your nature, you came to my rescue without saying a word. You introduced me to a group of guys I now call my bestfriends. “Do you know my boyyyyyyyyyyys?!” is something you started saying recently. You brought together a group of guys that would have never been friends without your leadership and compassion. This was your plan. You gave us all the friends we needed to get through the hard times and to be there for eachother during the best times. Do you remember Holecek the DD, the BPK, Key West, Amelia Island, falling in love with girls, pregaming at Parth’s, the Spring Classic, vinoy gym, Elliot vs. Goliath, running out of SPH to my car when SPC had half days, late night taco bell, and so many more? I do, everyday.

College. Again we went separate ways. Those nerds in Gainesville missed out. We stayed close my freshman year, but many miles were between us. You and only you will know what happened that year. You saved me again. I transferred up to Tallahassee the next year. We were all together again. You worked harder than anyone those 4 years. You kept me and everyone around you focused. I wish I could tell everyone the stories and memories, but some things are best kept between you, I, and the people we experienced them with. Do you remember the #204, tailgates in the courtyard, puppy Mason, FSU games, Zebra Refs*, Georgia runs, the BMW, the fryer, cory-a-palooza, and so many more? I do, everyday.

Post-grad. You were too humble to share your accomplishments with us. You went to Nashville and graduated Valedictorian of your program. You already had dual degrees from undergrad and you were heading to the big apple. I bragged, a lot. I still do. In fact, today I did. Sorry man. I know you hate that, but I want to the world to know what you accomplished in 25 years. More than any of those Gainesville nerds. Do you remember Bobby and Jen’s wedding, the Nashville Trip, tennis, Ciroc, the last summer home, boots, plans to travel the world, and so many more? I do, everyday.

You did so much. You did everything. Everywhere I look, I see you. Every song I listen to, I hear you. You supported my wild ideas and hobbies. You made me pursue my dreams, rather than reality. I wanted to thank you for the last 20 years, but that wouldn’t be right. You are still here, you are everywhere. You are the best in everyone. You made us all better people. Better friends. More loving. More caring. We will ALL continue to honor you and make you proud. How do you make the world a better place? You live like Elliot. I’m not going to say goodbye Elliot. Rather, I am going to say goodmorning and goodnight every single day for the rest of my life. I am going to make the world a better place.

See you soon,
JCP

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