Like they say, the good
"I wanna live fast, love hard, die young
... and leave a beautiful memory." — Faron Young
Young's words and outlaw country twang
are particularly meaningful to this columnist today as we bury 21-year-old
Jerrad Carl Nagy in
Waller. In some ways, Jerrad was the physical
embodiment of the spirit Young was trying to portray in his 1955 song,
which was written by
His death serves as a brutal reminder of
our mortality; a divine rejection of our beliefs of invincibility and a
firm realization of the ones we
Jerrad would have wanted the celebration
of his life to last all night, after the funeral and way into the next
He could light up a room faster than the
switch on the wall. He beamed love with his crazy smile and carefree vibrations.
He is survived by
many: his loving parents, friends and
fiancée Erika Heaps. They were to be wed November 16.
I met Jerrad through Erika, my girlfriend's
best friend. He was one of the friendliest people I have ever met. Within
minutes of meeting we
were joking around. He lived with Erika
and my girl and their friend Jennie — a house full of three women — and
he was excited another guy
was going to start hanging around.
He would finally have someone to smoke
cigarettes with and drink a few beers with, without leaving the comfort
of his home. Jerrad liked
getting out of the house, going to the
clubs and having a wild time everywhere he went, but when I met him, the
state had mandated a 9 p.m.
house arrest for his reckless young heart.
Jerrad had served more jail time than myself,
which never ceases to impress me. It's not that Jerrad didn't know the
rules ... it's that the
rules didn't mean much. Nothing got in
the way of Jerrad and a good time, and I believe that's how his friends
will remember him.
During the day, he worked construction.
I don't think he was too interested in the field other than the working-with-your-hands
accomplishment that came at the end of
every hard day. The pay was good, and so was the camaraderie he found with
his fellow workers.
After work he would hang with the boys,
he used to tell me, until his fiancée made him come home.
Jerrad has made it home.
He died in a high-speed car crash late
Wednesday night. Jerrad lived fast, loved Erika and has left us all with
a beautiful memory.
I looked up to Jerrad. He drove a fast
car, he seemed free of worries and he was a pleasure to be around. He knew
how to have fun, and he
was going to go back to school soon so
he wouldn't have to work construction all his life.
In lieu of flowers, memorials can be made
in Jerrad's memory to the Spring Baptist Church Building Fund, per his