July 27, 2022
It's been a while since I've blogged, and I was determined to get back into it this week. I was going to write about something else I've had on my mind but couldn't compete with the swarm of thoughts regarding Misa Sanchez and his passing away. I figured it is best to let these thoughts express themselves through my favorite outlet of expression, writing.
Those who read this and personally know Misa probably met Misa the same way as me. Through Salsa Libre, the fine Salsa club from CSUN that represented more than just dance. It was a positive gateway to fun, laughter, escape, and friendship. Misa and I weren't best friends or anything like that, but when we did hang out, he was a good pal. He oozed charm. That is probably how I can best describe him. He was one of the most charismatic people I've ever met. Try to hate him, and he will win you.
He never rushed a conversation, meaning he truly listened and was interested in what you had to say. Not only that, but in return, he would always have positive and reinforcing words to throw your way. And man, he was always down to just have a good time. He was DOWN. Ask him to eat. He's there. Ask him anywhere or anything, and he was still down. Always down to grab a beer, I now wish I would've had a couple of drinks with him. Every time I walked into the PUB, he was there and, on several occasions, asked if I wanted a drink, and I would politely decline. I think I never had a drink at the pub with him.
I did, however, have the pleasure of drinking with him at a couple of parties, and he was still the same human being. A bit drunk, but the same. One time he cornered me at this party, and we had a deep talk about life. We discussed the usual guy stuff such as girls, careers, and goals. There were some things that he knew and was wise about and some that he admitted to that he didn't know but was smart enough to say "I don't know" when he had to. He had life figured out and didn't at the same time, and that's ok because that's every person in this world.
I would sometimes give him shit for being a modern-day Don Juan. One time he told me not to confuse his kindness with something else when it came to him talking to girls but smiled as he went to speak to a girl immediately after that comment. It was just hilarious at one point seeing him with different girls. I would think that these girls couldn't help but fall for the charm. I might've been wrong. Maybe he wasn't trying anything. Perhaps he was just a social butterfly. He was a free spirit, and that was and still IS his gift. He had the power to be a free and welcoming spirit, and that's not to be taken for granted because that is a gift that not everyone shares.
And that's why it's sad to hear that he's gone. He was fucking young, and how he went is not fair. How he went shows what a cruel world it can be—a stupid one. I hope he gets the justice he and his FAMILY deserve. The whole situation is crazy. If I recall correctly, our last text interaction was about apple cider vinegar and MCT oil. He was trying to be healthier, haha, and that was my advice for him. It's the little things, though, that one can remember to define a person. There's a video of me dancing where he's in the background just screaming, "FUCK IT UP, FRANK! FUCK IT UP." That's who he was. He was a cheerleader to many because that's all he was trying to do. Spread some cheer.
Misa, your charisma, patience, kindness, humor, and smile will be remembered by many. You didn't deserve to go, but I know that wherever you may be, you're kicking back, having a beer, and just living. You're going to break many women's hearts in heaven, and they'll still forgive you because you're Misa. And all you have to do is smile back and keep on living. That's what a free spirit does. Long Live Misa.
Live in Peace Misael Sanchez.
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