On Friday night, a dear friend of mine was murdered in the crossfire of a gang fight. He was only 18 years old. A world Champion kick boxer, coach, friend, and to me: a brother. We trained together for almost 4 years. He was family to me. His loss is devestating to all of us who knew and loved him. This is a note a put on facebook. There isn't much more i can say. I miss you Anthony.
I remember the two of us sitting on the curb outside the gym, waiting for our rides. We were both too young to drive. He was always singing. When i hear that song i remember when it was stuck in my head for days. His big dumb grin, so contagious, keeps playing in my head like a slideshow. Why did he have to go? Because someone never learned the value of a life? At 18, he was already on his way to great things. He was an athlete, a coach, and a World Champion Kick-Boxer. Is it all over now? Is he really gone forever? That bullet left an irreplaceable hole in our lives, but nobody can take away the beautiful mark that Anthony left on our hearts. He is more than just a memory to me, to all of us he is still a son, a friend, and a brother. He will always be the inspiration, in our corner of the ring. We will always love him, always miss him, always remember him. Rest in Peace Anthony Fearn. 7.9.2011.