Three weeks ago, on October 22nd, I woke up happy. I had a great time at The 45 Sessions the night before and I was excited about starting a new organization system for my record collection. But about ten minutes after waking up, I notice a text message from my best friend Nelsa: “Call me asap. Something happened”. I start praying that it was nothing serious but I rushed into the backyard anyways to make sure I got full service on the phone.
My best friend and brother, Robert Mozia, had passed away. He was 24 years old.
I’m not going to make public the anguish and devastation that comes with this kind of loss. Needless to say, I really hope no one has to go through something like that. I took two weeks off from work, music, and my other projects to spend time with my support network in Philly, to connect with and support Bobby’s family and friends in these awful moments, and to recover my senses. And I honestly have to say that it hasn’t been easy. But time heals most wounds.
Bobby on our Pacific road trip, at Salinas leaving the dubious Motel 6
Now I’m back in San Francisco, back to work, and back to music with a new found motivation and outlook on life. There’s nothing like losing your best friend at 24 years of age to really force you to see things differently. Before Bobby’s death, I forgot how fragile life could be and I expected my loved ones to be there for me into old age. But in reality, one second they could be there, and the next? Poof! That’s all it takes sometimes. So if I had to give anyone any piece of advice, it’s this: while you’re here, invest yourself in others. Show them how grateful you are that they are there for you and there with you. And push forward with a grounded respect for death.
Enjoying tall ones at a restaurant in Long Beach with my brothers: Muzzy, Joey, and Bobby
And that’s what I’m going to do. As of October 22nd, 2011, I re-dedicate my efforts in life to Bobby’s memory. As his friend, I got to see him knock out every goal that he ever set out for himself and he has inspired me to do the same. “No excuses, just results”, he used to say. And with that, I’m back on track with my science, finishing up my responsibilities to my program, and now jumping even deeper into the 45 scene.
Bobby escaping the even more dubious "Vagabond Inn" - so many good memories
Take care Bobby. Thanks for everything and more. And especially for jumping in to hold me up whenever I needed it.