It's all to sudden, all to strange. I feel like I am part of a movie or dream that just wont end. I feel empty and cold yet worn and beat. How can one single phone call cause my legs to quiver, my voice to crack, and my heart to fall? His face floods my mind, blurred now much like my fathers. Death has a funny way of doing that, taking away from the memories I held dear. My car, his house, the streets, the tree, the songs, how can I just let go and forget? Oh my heart felt so much for him and now it's crushed. Oh, it's amazing how that last line of that poem seems to fit so well. Farewell my friend. I hope that your good deeds will out way this sin. I hope that you find your place behind those golden gates. Charm them all with that smile that could light the world and that voice that could raise the souls of even the bluest. The memories will stay locked in my mind and heart for as long as I live. Good bye Kito. You will be missed.

R.I.P Kito Bizieff

I got a phone call telling me that Kito had taken his life last night. I felt like the world should have stopped but it kept going. Kito was a member here and a friend of mine. It's a shame. I just wish I could have done something, I know I could not have but still there will always be that ache.