Jessicka Zahn
He was the kind of man
who carried sunshine in his smile—
a quiet, steady warmth
you felt the moment he walked in.
A hard worker,
a helper,
a man who’d give you the shirt off his back—
and most likely, it would’ve been sleeveless.
He was a friend you didn’t expect
but were blessed to find—
someone who started as a familiar face at the bar
and became family.
The kind of person you were happy to see sitting on a stool,
the kind whose presence made the room better
just by being in it.
Blood didn’t make him our brother.
His heart did.
His kindness did.
The way he showed up for people did.
And now our hearts are broken,
because losing a good man like him
in a tragic moment
makes the world feel colder,
quieter.
But the love he left behind—
that doesn’t end.
It sits in all of us,
in every smile he sparked,
in every story we’ll tell about him,
in every person he made feel seen,
in every life he touched
without ever making a big deal of it.
May he rest in peace.
May he rest in the warmth
he always carried with him.
And may we never forget
the brother we found in him.
Love you, Georgie! If Jeff and I knew Saturday night was going to be our last hug- it would’ve been harder and longer.