One last howl at the moon.

He was taken too soon, Unexpectedly in the night he went to a better life. So many words left unsaid, so many adventures that will never take place. A father, grandpa, son, brother and friend was taken from us but he was more than just those titles. He was a safe place when nothing seemed to go right in life, he was someone you could call no matter the time to vent, he was a detective and scared away all the monsters when his granddaughter was scared. He was easy going and always trying to make someone laugh. Joe John Mata or as he liked to call himself Lobo died at 50 years old leaving behind his daughter, Jazmin, 29yrs, granddaughter, Kaylee, 13yrs, mother Yolanda Ortiz, 69yrs , Father, Jose Luis Mata (Lee), 71yrs, Brother, Roy, 48yrs and Brother, Eric, 44yrs. He is remembered in every popcorn filled movie night, every Pink Floyd song and every howl at the moon. He is gone but never forgotten, his memories live through us. He wasn't religious but in the words of Pink Floyd "The grass was greener The light was brighter When friends surrounded The nights of wonder Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind us To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side Steps taken forwards but sleepwalking back again Dragged by the force of some inner tide At a higher altitude with flag unfurled We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed of world."