Yesterday saw the passing of one of WestSide’s finest, Miles Vigil.

What I liked about Miles was that I always felt safe around him.  Kind of a funny thing to say when I think about how many times he had me folded up, suffocating, and struggling to tap with one of the only available limbs I had, which was usually not an arm.

I liked that whenever I had the chance to train with him I always knew that I was going to walk away okay and have learned something.

I liked watching Miles reaction when he got excited over something, like a kid in a candy store.  You couldn’t help getting caught up in his enthusiasm.

I wish there was something I could have said or done to help.  I didn’t know him well enough really to see that something was wrong.  Kinda hard when the only side you ever saw was that of a happy, cool guy.

I’m glad I got to meet you Miles. You will be missed.