Leshon Cotton
Just heard about this the other day, the news hit me like a freight train. When I moved to California in 98, I knew no one and really needed a friend. I was sent the best friend that a human being could ask for. I literally do not know how anyone could've been a better friend to me than Brian was. We became close right away. Our love for pro wrestling bonded us. Often we would act out what we saw, with him being Stone Cold Steve Austin (his favorite wrestler) and me being either Bret Hart (my favorite wrestler) or "LeShawn Michaels". We even came up with a match for us to perform at our school's talent show. Quoting movies was another favorite pastime of ours. We could do that for hours. Another thing we could do for hours was laugh at each other's jokes. Brian was one of the funniest people I've ever known. Many times we would annoy Brian's Mom with our incessant "cackling". We could have so much fun while doing absolutely nothing. Those were some of the best times I've ever had, in Brian's room or the kitchen on Monticello Ave was one of my favorite places to be. It was on Monticello Ave that I met Brian's Brother, Brandon. Who I would have a great relationship with as well. The Guerin's are an incredible family, and one that I'm honored to know and get close with. Even though we didn't talk as much after his stint in the service, I still missed him and looked forward to the day where we'd catch up and get back to the way we were. It breaks my heart into many many pieces to know that we won't be able to do that. Brian, my friend, my brother, I love you man. Damn I'm going to miss you. To the Guerins, thank you so much for welcoming me into your home and including me on some many trips and fun outings.