It breaks my heart knowing that I'll never be able to see our buddy Gary again. He was one of the first people I ever met on Moparts. From day one I knew this guy was someone I wanted to be friends with. We always had a great time together, whether it was with the cars, at the track, dinner with the wives or when he'd come watch my band. He was probably the biggest fan my band had. I remember our first gig, when we finished our set, Gary rushed up to the stage & gave me the biggest "That was AWESOME!!" Except for maybe 2 or 3 gigs, he never missed one. Even on days he was scheduled to work, he made time. That meant so much. He'd call me up sometimes, just to let me know he was listening to my band's CD. There will always be a little sadness with every gig my band plays in the future. There will be an empty spot in the audience where Gary should be standing. Tragedy's like this shouldn't happen to guys like Gary.
