Goodbye Omar

It's late night in new york city. it's windy, it's cold, its silience with a noise.

I cant begin to express my thoughts for the lost of my great neighboor, friend, inspiration, future boxer, Omar Gaspar. He lived just a few buildings away from mines and my little brother is the same age as Omar. They grew up together, playing ball in the middle of the street. I had no sisters so Omar was my little brother meanwhile Omar's eldest, Carlos was more as a "friend" by default.
Omar was killed October 3, 2009 after he left a Upper East Side party, he was stabbed by someone who attended the party, according to his cousin it was "drunken nonsense"
I knew Omar pretty well, seeing his smile everyday is something that would make me think "this kid is gonna make it far in his life" Every afternoon i'd see him either picking up his little brother alex from school, or going to his gym to practice boxing in his church street gym. He was nice, generous, out-going, he even gave me some tips on how to lose weight. the last time we got to hang out was the night of the boxing match with mayweather vs marquez. i'll never forget the look of his face when he attentively watched all the boxers move, he'd swift his arms fast. my long time friend told me "when omar makes pro, he's gonna be the one who makes it with pride" i'd never thought that would be the last time we would hang out. he was like a little brother to me. i still cant believe he's gone. and as im typing this, i wipe my tears, pray in his memory and wish i could have stopped him for going to the party, i wish i went downstairs just before he left, i wish i could have told him to be more careful.
Omar was cheated. This man who stoled his life took what would have been maybe the greatest boxer. I feel so sad, i can never walk by his building again and think of his absense. Everytime i walked by his building, he would be sitting on his steps, greeting everyone with his big ass smile. If i remember correctly, his last words were "hey jackie, tell anthony i said hi, make sure you tell marco i said what up and be careful" and that was just seeing him on the block.

I was never the one to take a death seriously. Sometimes, i rather ignore it or not believe it, lie to myself that it isn't true. When i heard the news, i didn't believe until i saw the News at 10pm and i cried, cried, cried. I couldnt believe my little "oscar de la hoya" has died. i'll never forget him as long as i live, he was a great kid, so nice, generous, helpful and a loyal friend. and on this day, that i saw his body, he looked so peaceful, i wanted to wake him up, but instead i whispered, adios amigo.