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Sam had a way that put people at ease. He made friends effortlessly wherever he went. He was a magnetic, charming, and bright star. When Sam was SAM, EVERYONE wanted to be around him. He had an infectious smile and was known as “smiley”.
It brings me to tears to think of the first time I lifted you off the ground, put you on my skateboard, and showed you how to stand on it. I held your tiny hands and walked alongside you as you glided down the driveway. I remember the first time I put drumsticks in your hands, sat behind you, took your hands in mine, and showed you how to play a basic 4/4 beat. Not only could you skateboard better than me, but you became a professional jazz drummer. You could do everything I could do but better.
You are my home Sam and now my home is gone. All our silly inside jokes, mannerisms, and shared experiences growing up that only we could relate to. We could be sitting next to each other and read each other’s minds. I have nobody in my life now who knows me like you. I could be my true self around you. All the moments we spent together, the music we listened to, the concerts we went to, the times you would visit me, exercising at the park, going on runs, the trip to Italy, and your presence.
Sam would like to be remembered for who he was before the drugs took over his mind, body, and soul. He would want to be remembered for being a fun, gregarious, charming, caring, and loving person that brought joy to everyone that came in contact with him. He would want to be remembered as a wonderful son, brother, and friend as well as an incredible jazz musician, skateboarder, and all around talented person with a warm soul. I love you Sam and can’t wait to be reunited with you and Brooke.
