Owen, it doesn't seem like it's been one year since you left us.
I've thought about this for quite
some time, and I've came to the
conclusion that I don't have just
one favorite memory, so I'm not
even going to try to write them
all down. I can't thank you enough
for making wrestling enjoyable
for me and making me laugh at the
times when I needed it the most.
You were such a good heel, and
I have to admit that sometimes
I booed you, but deep down inside,
I always wanted you to win.
Watching the way you would celebrate
everytime you won a championship,
or a big match was so funny. How you
would run around backstage, throwing
your arms up and screaming.
You were truly a class act Owen
I was one of the millions of people
watching the pay-per-view that
Sunday evening, and when they said
that you'd fallen I started praying
for you. When they went to that shot
of Jim Ross and Jerry Lawler, I
could tell even before they started
to speak, that you had died, which
brought tears to my eyes. I couldn't
continue watching the event, so I
turned it off and laid on my bed
thinking about the world now,
without you. Somehow, with your death
it changed how I viewed wrestling forever.
I guess in a way it did for a lot of people.
God bless you Owen, and your family, and I
pray that God will give them the strength
to get through this very tough time of the year. May you
find peace and love in God's house Owen, forever.
I love you, and I miss you.
