Justin Johnson

Born where the rivers meet the sky. Grand Rapids cradled his first song. A child of laughter, color and fire. He found the stage and found himself.

Every line he spoke had light Every gesture carried a smile Crowds leaned towards his living spark, Drawn by joy that never dimmed.

Behind the humor lived deep thought A mind that asked and listened wide. He saw the heart inside each soul, Making others feel they truly mattered.

A son, a partner a loving dad, He held his family close and proud. Zander's laugh was his melody, Teresamary his steadfast home.

To his siblings, cousins, friends and kin He gave his warmth without reserve. Even when life's weight pressed hard, His spirit rose with open hands.

Nineteen years-a brief, bright flame, Yet brilliance needs no length to shine His light lives on in stories shared, In love he gave and left behind.