Monty, for many years, was my best friend. He and I met while we were both instructors at ITT Tech (ironically, that institution passed away this week, too). While he and I had drifted apart a bit after he moved to Arizona, he was always in my heart. I have to say, I never had a better friend. He had a way of becoming a big part of his friends' lives.
Being friends with Monty was a little bit like being in the mob. I always felt like I was a part of something bigger than just the two of us. I was also always making new friends with other friends Monty was pulling in. "You'll like this guy, Dan. He's one of us. He's a goodfellow." I never saw a guy who made friends faster or easier than Monty, and I'm convinced that there was nothing that he wouldn't do for me or them.
I found out that Monty had passed on yesterday, September 8th. I feel like a piece of myself has died. While we were together, Monty brought out of me a person that I didn't even know was there. I became much more adventuresome and lived life much more vibrantly than I ever would have without him. I can't even begin to explain my feeling of loss now. And yet I say that the part of me he awakened lives on and will forever rejoice at having been a part of his world.
To my lost brother I can only say this: Go easy, bro. Try not to take over heaven until I get there. I love you.