I'm still in shock, like a lot of people. I also live down here near El Paso. There's a lot of things that I have no idea of where to begin. Those news stories were hard to watch, then when I turned my eyes, Eddie was on my walls. He was a reminder that I could do things. I was homeless for a matter of months and I always remember saying to myself "If Eddie can overcome. Then I can too. Then I can be a real person. Then I can be a champion too."

Through him, I learned the value of life. I also learned how quickly it can be taken away. It's the matter of a moment. A single moment and you never know what may occur.

I wrote poems. I made some signatures. I made some graphics. Most of all, I remembered. I remembered crying through his DVD and crying through the win of the championship. I remembered those news stories. It wasn't all a negative thought. It was a thought of everything.

I wish I could be there, hugging Vickie and his beautiful daughters. But I also wish I could be there, hugging each and every single one of my friends that have been effected by this. Christina, Kristy, Patrick, Holly, Jonathan, Becca... the list goes on.

There's never a time for someone to go, never. But instead, I say thank you. Thank you to Eddie Guerrero for making my life better and brighter for the time you did. I, and we, all love you. We always will.

That was from a few days ago in my live journal. - The fucked up thing of all this is that I'm still trying to be okay. Days later. It's such a huge shock.