Jon had been a friend to my family and I for over a decade. He was staying in our house for the past year while struggling with finding a job and going through a separation with his wife. We were happy to have him with us for Christmas, and we counted him as part of our family as an adopted brother and son. He was my older brother's oldest friend.
He was killed last night in a motorcycle accident.
I'll miss you, "G.I. Jon." I'm glad we have good memories of you...memories of grilling, football, wrestling, smoking cigars, playing pranks on my older brother, having some drinks by the pool, shooting each other with paintball guns, and everything else. I'll see you again, brother, but I already miss you too much. Moving your stuff out won't be fun, you bastard.
Padrons were his favorite. Light one up for him.