Eulogy

We can all remember Justin Mark Honra in many ways. We know him as a brother, a cousin, a friend, but really as the funniest, straight forward and truthful person we could ever meet. He was born in Manila, Philippines on January 23, 1995 to Jeanett Honra and Darius Mayhay. He lived through poverty, not owning many toys but only a bag of legos and a walking robot that lit up. As a boy, he and his cousins had fun by playing outside and messing with his uncle's pet monkey Fykes. Life was simple back then, but it was still tough. He came to America when he was six. I can still remember him as the boy that never really talked. I think he didn't know English. When I look back at the six year old Justin compared to the seventeen year old one, I cannot believe that they were the same person.
Justin was a loud one all right. He was talkative and loved to make jokes in class. He was really straightforward to both teachers and students. He may have seemed the quiet type in class but it was only when he was with awesome people that his true personality showed.
You know, it always surprised me how Justin could always laugh and be so straight forward all the time. He didn't grow up in the greatest situation out there. His father left when he was 9 and he didn't have his mom in America until two years ago. He had to learn to be independent which made him mature quickly. Although Justin may have seemed at times to be too frank and rude, he was actually kind. His unique personality always left people with a smile. We will always know Justin not as that boy in class that died, or the unfortunate family member, but as the man who could always make you laugh and would never lie to your face no matter the situation.