Marco Garza (1973-2012)

 Marco…
I’m so sorry to be driving to Galveston this morning for your funeral. I’m sorry your precious kids are hurting today. I can’t even imagine what your beautiful wife is going through.
I lost a friend this week; the world lost a really good guy.
I met you almost thirty years ago. Met is surely not the right word since you were insanely popular–and I was not. I can remember seeing you in the Weis cafeteria, wearing crisp white pants and Sperry Top Siders. You even had a new-wave haircut. You knew everyone, and your smile lit up your whole face. It always did.
As we became friends over the next several years, you seemed so much larger than life. You smiled constantly. You were so nice. You were nice to me, even though I was far less popular and kind-of nerdy.
We both had a lot of jobs during our adolescent years, and more than once we worked at the same place. Working with you was fun. And, again, I always felt special you were my friend.
Even through college I saw you back in Galveston and in College Station. You hadn’t changed–still so fun and still friendly.
Years later, when I heard you were building houses at Pointe West, I intended to get in touch with you. I knew you’d be as friendly as you had been for decades. But life got busy, and I never called or emailed you. When I found you on Facebook, I discovered you had a beautiful wife and three kids. Of course, you looked happy in your pictures. You deserved to be happy.
Today, Marco, your family is hurting, but you are smiling with your Savior. You always were larger than life. That’s never more true than this day when we celebrate you conquering this life and moving into your eternal one.
God bless you and everyone who knew and loved you.