In Memory of John Haberek

[Surfpirate]

We were friends instantly, became one of those guys you do anything for, the type of friend that if he called - you grabbed your wallet and keys and were out the door without thinking.

if you got an email, it usually read - "call me - Habs"

here he is from a shot I took at the 2004 RISSA show with the HAB-A-TAT models.

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
that we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without affect,
without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for you,
for an interval,
somewhere very near,
just around the corner.

All is well.

I will miss him daily