Jesse R. "Slick" Lopez

Jesse, another year has gone by. I sit here with a drink in hand to celebrate our friendship and my dad's passing on Christmas eve 2003. How ironic that the two of you passed on or near God's birth. I still rememis of the memories we spent laughing, talking and sharing life. God bless my friend. Till we meet again.

My dear brother Jesse, I still pray for you every day and will never forget you. You were the light of our family. May you be resting in peace with our beloved parents and sister Eloise. I love you, Lupe

My Beloved Brother Jesse, not a day goes by without my thinking about you and praying for you. You blessed all of our lives with so much love and joy. I am certain that your spirit is now free, having fun somewhere and dropping in on all of us whenever possible. I remember your constant willingness to help anyone in need, your love of honesty, your deep love and respect for your friends and your endless love for all of us family members. That is why you will always be with us, in our hearts...

Jesse, another year is ending but not without the memories of our friendship. You have played a significant roll in this living world. God has called upon you to join him in the heavens with eternal peace. Your presence will always be missed but the memories will always be in our minds and in our hearts. Your demise has bestowed an absence within us but we move on. What helps is remembering your legacy here, at work and when we gather at each others' homes. I miss the BBQs or just have some...

Jesse my good and long time friend of many years. I've been blessed by your friendship and confidant. We've shared many a story of our past. I can recall many of jokes you voiced and I still laugh as if you just told it to me. I continue to speak of you candidly and honorably. I remembered how you greeted me to your home upon my return from one of my deployments and we sat and talked all night with a few spirits I might add to wet our whistles. Also the BBQs in your backyard, as you would put...

In My Pocket

I have memories in my pocket.
They rattle among the change.

My memories of you are treasures I carry wherever I go.

They are stored in bits and pieces, parts of a beautiful whole
They give me comfort when I think I am alone.

Yes, I have memories in my pocket, like so much other stuff I keep there.

But of all the treasures I have, it’s the memories of you that are the most precious.

I have now come to terms with the fact that I will never see or hear from you again. That's been hard to swallow. I miss your laugh, I miss your jokes, but most of all I miss you SLICK. Your Friend, Jane