Eliseo Meza Jr.

Eliseo Meza Jr. is survived by his sharp tongue, wit, love, and zest for life. To know Jr. is to know the dynamic that he was, The stories of his life will continue to be celebrated not just today but ongoing. Ongoing via his loving partner Scott, his parents; Eliseo Sr. and Faviola Meza, his siblings Jessica, Aaron, Alfred, and Daba and especially the two little humans that called him “Tiro”; Logan and Grayson.

He had a clear understanding of life and how he lived it which he would fearlessly exude when he would say “Life is a banquet, and most poor suckers are starving to death”… He took risks, he lived out loud, and let you know when he was in a room. Whether that be via side eye, body language, the clack of his boots and/or direct interaction. He let you know that he was present. He didn’t mince words and would let you know where to go and how to get there if it was warranted. He would also just as quickly let you know that you were loved with a plant from his garden or one of his home-made creations. His time was his gift and how he showed his love.

Jr loved and spoke about his sister and nephews any chance he could. They were all his babies, Jessica included. His heart was full when he spent time with them and/or talked about them. He loved them with his entire heart and he would let them know that he was there for them always. Although the physical capacity may have changed we must remember that he will always be with us, protecting and visiting when we need him most. Of this we are certain. To his brothers, which there will always be three; Alfred, Daba, and Aaron he showed his love with a loving insult and a reminder, in only his way that he had their back. To our parents, you know by his actions how much he loved you both. He viewed you both as the foundation of our family that were untouchable and beloved. He understood and proudly shared our fathers name. A Jr to a Senior that he so admired and would emulate in his fondness for cowboy boots, fiery temper, and quiet love. His relationship with our mother had it’s own uniqueness. He would give her a hard time about her “kimona” and “pee rag” while gifting her with plants and/or flowers that he knew would bring her so much joy. And to Scott, the man that our Jr. spent half of his life with. He loved and admired you and shared how lucky he was to have you in his corner. You understand unconditional love and along with Jr. we will all forever be thankful for your love and generosity. Finally we must all continue to carry Jr in our hearts:

I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)

I am never without it (anywhere

I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

By only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear

No fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want

No world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

And it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

And whatever a sun will always sing is you.