Curtiss “T-June” Yvonne Lewis, Jr. passed away at his home in Las Vegas, Nevada on July 18, 2014, 8:00 pm at the age of 44. 

Curtiss, Jr. was born in Austin, Texas on June 15, 1970.  He graduate from Eldorado High School in and took classes at UNLV.  He worked as  a Claims Adjust for Employers since October 1991.

He went from cheerleader, to biker and now a bona fide cowboy.  He loved to cook, usually messing up every pan in the kitchen; sing, dance and laugh.  He stayed busy by actively participating in the Nevada Gay Rodeo Association, the International Gay Rodeo Association, Long Beach and Orange County Motorcycle Club.

While we wish he had another 10, 20 or 50 years with his family and friends, I am confident in my knowledge that he lived a full life during his 44 years.  He traveled both near and far; he inspired and guided others; he joked, laughed, sang, danced and cheered throughout his life; and he loved and was loved by all who had an opportunity to meet him.
 
Upon arriving in heaven,  he took a few minutes to rest and rejoiced in his new found energy,  strength and peace.  He then bedazzled his halo to his favorite cowboy hat; westernized his drab white robe; pulled on his favorite cowboy boots and marched to the heavenly gates and threw open the pearly gates and shouted “I’m home, did you miss me!”  With a smile on his face; a drink in his hand; and a swagger in his step he greeted those who predeceased him warmly, started looking for causes, organizations, etc. that he could become involved in; started planning the first annual gay angels’ pageant and taking steps to win.  Before he lay down to rest, he checked in on his family and friends and whispered: 

 I’d like the memory of me to be a happy one.
I’d like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done.
I’d like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times and bright and sunny days.
I’d like the tears of those who grieve, to dry before the sun;
Of happy memories that I leave when life is done.                                               

Afterglow, by Helen Lowrie Marshal