For those who were blessed enough to have known Anthony, you are all aware that the way he lived was way more important then the way he died , so I don't want to dwell on his death, but dwell on his life and spirit, and celebrate his Life and continued after life and spirit!!! But for those who don't know the story of our tragic loss, it happened on November 3rd, 2000. In the early morning hours our precious beloved Anthony was shot and killed in his bed in his apartment in Highland Park, Ca. by two armed gun men. He had just moved out two months prior, and was so happy to be independent, he was just blossoming into the man we cherished him to be. There finally was one arrest made December 5th 2001. It was not a radom robbery, the assailants had staked Anthony out, and he did not know them, the motive was robbery and racism. I can't go into anymore detail for the case has yet to go to jury trial and one more arrest has yet to be made (which we're all working on!!!!) Such hatred, such anger is a complete shock to everyone. For Anthony lived such a complete life of peace. Anthony’s ashes were scattered in the Pacific Ocean off of Catalina Island and buried in 1000 Palms Desert Canyon on his 22nd birthday November 27th, 2000. It ripped our hearts, an unbearable pain. I think of him every moment of every day. His absence is always present! There are many days that I feel as though I’m dieing of a broken heart I miss him so very much, and I really wonder why of all people this good, wonderful, sweetheart of a man had to leave so young. Well you know nobody here has the answers to those tough questions, but I do know what gives me strength (besides of course faith in God and the bigger picture and that there is an eternal soul and that we’ll all be together again sometime) are Anthonys own words, “mom, don’t you know that when it’s your time, it’s your time.” I believe him. (I still don't understand how homicide fits into God's plan, but it's been around since the beginning of time.) We do have choices in certain things in life, but others are just plain destiny. Because when I think of the life of his that would have been, that could have been, that should have been I feel complete despair. But if I believe he was destined to be on this Earth for only 21 years (almost 22), I give it to God. And I thank God to have had him in our lives for even that length of time, because Anthony truly is a blessing in our lives and many many other lives, and I will always keep him alive in my heart. Please help me by remembering him, and maybe even writing about him when you get the chance. Remember his goodness and love, his caring and compassionate spirit, and even some of the silly things he used to pull. He had just graduated from Los Angeles Recording Workshop to become a music recordong engineer and producer. And he was working at Pier One and had just got a second job at The Wherehouse Music Store (which by the way was robbed at gun point the friday before Christmas 2000). This world is unfortunately a very violent place, but Anthony always believed in peace, and truly lived by peace and love. We love you God bless you, Anthony
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