Final good bye to john Osborne
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Hello my name is Richard Quoma. I am here raising money for my Uncle Billy to say a final goodbye to his beloved Son, my cousin, John Osborne. John was born December 27th 1985. He was the second child out of three born to William Osborne Sr. and Donna Quoma.
Growing up with John was one of the greatest things in my life. The one memory that stands out the most is when we were littke kids and John must have been 6 year's old if not younger. He got mad at me for picking on him as the "older cousin". I remember him jumping up and punching me in the face. After that day I could tell he had a strong heart and resolve to fight for what he believes in and what is right.
John and I shared many moments in life together from good time's to bad as far back as I can remember.
He was always that guy to make everyone smile when we needed it the most. Never giving up on anyone or anything he set his mind to. I may be older but he taught me what it means to think of others and always remembering who I was no matter how bad things got. We would lose contact through the years but one way or another we always found our way back to each other. The greatest thing about John is if you ever needed help, he was the first person to be there. He would give the shirt off his back to a complete stranger if it would make their day or life a little bit better.
John was always smiling and happy.
He was always grateful for the things and people in his life. Even the one's that didn't feel the same way about him. That's what separated him from the rest of the world.
The last couple of years, John had a really rough time from the the death of the women he loved to the loss of another cousin that impacted his life. John had a really hard time dealing with their deaths.
That sent him into a deep place that no one realized how deep and dark that place was. He continued to fight with everything he had. Constantly climbing up just to fall back down into the darkness.
Recently I spoke with John and he showed no signs that he wasn't ok. He was always good at hiding his pain. November 9th 2017, I talked with my Uncle and invited them both for Thanksgiving dinner not knowing how alone and tired my cousin really was. Later that night my cousin left this earth.
He is no longer tired or alone, he is with his mother and my father where the streets are made of gold and there is no pain or suffering.
Growing up with John was one of the greatest things in my life. The one memory that stands out the most is when we were littke kids and John must have been 6 year's old if not younger. He got mad at me for picking on him as the "older cousin". I remember him jumping up and punching me in the face. After that day I could tell he had a strong heart and resolve to fight for what he believes in and what is right.
John and I shared many moments in life together from good time's to bad as far back as I can remember.
He was always that guy to make everyone smile when we needed it the most. Never giving up on anyone or anything he set his mind to. I may be older but he taught me what it means to think of others and always remembering who I was no matter how bad things got. We would lose contact through the years but one way or another we always found our way back to each other. The greatest thing about John is if you ever needed help, he was the first person to be there. He would give the shirt off his back to a complete stranger if it would make their day or life a little bit better.
John was always smiling and happy.
He was always grateful for the things and people in his life. Even the one's that didn't feel the same way about him. That's what separated him from the rest of the world.
The last couple of years, John had a really rough time from the the death of the women he loved to the loss of another cousin that impacted his life. John had a really hard time dealing with their deaths.
That sent him into a deep place that no one realized how deep and dark that place was. He continued to fight with everything he had. Constantly climbing up just to fall back down into the darkness.
Recently I spoke with John and he showed no signs that he wasn't ok. He was always good at hiding his pain. November 9th 2017, I talked with my Uncle and invited them both for Thanksgiving dinner not knowing how alone and tired my cousin really was. Later that night my cousin left this earth.
He is no longer tired or alone, he is with his mother and my father where the streets are made of gold and there is no pain or suffering.
Organizer
Richard Quoma
Organizer
Riverview, FL