Vituary - Josh Brown

Josh Brown

What do I know about Josh Brown?

Not much.

However, I do know that I really like him. It takes a lot to feel so warmly toward somebody that I haven’t spent much time with. See, as a general rule, I dislike most people. But, Josh is an exception.

Like I said, I don’t know Josh that well, but I know he’s a cat enthusiast, a horror connoisseur, and a facial hair champion (seriously, have you seen the beard?).

Josh looks out for his friends and, unlike many, wants nothing more from his loved ones than their company. An ideal day for Josh may be spent doing nothing more than sharing a bowl with a friend while scrutinizing a D-List horror movie on Netflix. He’s just a regular, ol’, cuddly teddy bear.

Another thing I know for sure about Josh is that he loves with his whole heart. The type of adoration Josh feels for his friends and family is all encompassing and unconditional, which is something most of us strive for but never seem to grasp.

Without people like Josh, the world would be devoid of lots of laughter and love. This is why I’m glad the world has people like Josh.

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obit (n.) 

late 14c., "death," from Middle French obit or directly from Latin obitus "death," noun use of past participle of obire "to die," literally "to go toward" (see obituary). In modern usage (since 1874) it is usually a clipped form of obituary, though it had the same meaning of "published death notice" 15c.-17c.

vita (n.) 

plural vitae, Latin, literally "life," from PIE root *gwei- "to live."

While recently watching Rex Murphy’s tribute to my late father, I was saddened that my father wasn’t able to hear Murphy’s wonderful words.  I’ve decided to write pieces that are dedicated to telling the people in my life how great I think they are.  I call them “Vituaries.” 

Vitary - Carolyn Magallanes

Carolyn Magallanes

Carol, my love.

Carol is the sunshine that lights up my days. She’ll surprise you with a homemade spring roll or a steaming hot mocha and make you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

She’s always willing to beta test my homemade edibles (bless her heart) and she’s just really nice to look at. She has this beautiful, cascading dark hair and the cutest little butt.

She’s works harder than almost anybody and is always willing to pick up the slack when necessary. She’s cleaned up other people’s messes more than a few times (both literally and figuratively).

Spending 8.5 hours a day in a dark clinic (seriously, when are we getting those lights fixed) becomes a lot less hateful when I see Carol’s bright, shining face (or smell her friggin’ deadly spring rolls).

She's my unicorn angel princess. Always.

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obit (n.) 

late 14c., "death," from Middle French obit or directly from Latin obitus "death," noun use of past participle of obire "to die," literally "to go toward" (see obituary). In modern usage (since 1874) it is usually a clipped form of obituary, though it had the same meaning of "published death notice" 15c.-17c.

vita (n.) 

plural vitae, Latin, literally "life," from PIE root *gwei- "to live."

While recently watching Rex Murphy’s tribute to my late father, I was saddened that my father wasn’t able to hear Murphy’s wonderful words.  I’ve decided to write pieces that are dedicated to telling the people in my life how great I think they are.  I call them “Vituaries.” 

Vituary - Fatma Jiwa

Fatma Jiwa

Fatma Jiwa is one of a kind. I know that sounds cliché. I don’t care.

She’ll tell you the kind of day she’s having – millions of e-mails, looming deadlines, no lunch break – and you’d swear she’s describing her last vacation. Fatma doesn’t let the world get her down. I wish I were like that.

You can bet your life savings on the fact that Fatma will have a smile on her face each time you see her. Her infectious laugh drifts through the clinic, seemingly lightening the mood of even the most cantankerous.

Fatma’s unwavering optimism keeps me going each day. She is a walking billboard for the adage that we are each responsible for our own happiness. She doesn’t allow life’s curveballs to break her spirit, and I love her for that.

As I’ve said, Fatma is one of a kind.  

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obit (n.) 

late 14c., "death," from Middle French obit or directly from Latin obitus "death," noun use of past participle of obire "to die," literally "to go toward" (see obituary). In modern usage (since 1874) it is usually a clipped form of obituary, though it had the same meaning of "published death notice" 15c.-17c.

vita (n.) 

plural vitae, Latin, literally "life," from PIE root *gwei- "to live."

While recently watching Rex Murphy’s tribute to my late father, I was saddened that my father wasn’t able to hear Murphy’s wonderful words.  I’ve decided to write pieces that are dedicated to telling the people in my life how great I think they are.  I call them “Vituaries.” 

Vituary - Nicole Giles

Nicole Giles

Talk about an angel!

This woman has a voice like Etta James, a heart like Fred Rogers, and a palette like Gordon Ramsay.

She takes the lemons that life throws at her with a grain of salt (and a splash of tequila) 'cause she's all about living her best life, which I so admire.

Nicole has the most beautiful family (who get to bask in her homemade pastas and chocolate cakes) and it's clear how hard she works to ensure her munchkins have the greatest life.

She's got a fabulous sense of humour and knows not to take herself too seriously, but she gives a shit when and where it counts. 

Nicole enriches the lives of everyone she meets and I consider myself quite lucky to know somebody as incredible as her.

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obit (n.) 

late 14c., "death," from Middle French obit or directly from Latin obitus "death," noun use of past participle of obire "to die," literally "to go toward" (see obituary). In modern usage (since 1874) it is usually a clipped form of obituary, though it had the same meaning of "published death notice" 15c.-17c.

vita (n.) 

plural vitae, Latin, literally "life," from PIE root *gwei- "to live."

While recently watching Rex Murphy’s tribute to my late father, I was saddened that my father wasn’t able to hear Murphy’s wonderful words.  I’ve decided to write pieces that are dedicated to telling the people in my life how great I think they are.  I call them “Vituaries.”