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Simple words would describe Anton the best…
His loves; Me, his animals(our kids), his friends…..no one knew Dear Anton quite like me. His passion for me and the ones he loved was endless. He was the perfect man and now the perfect soul.
Who he was.. his creative sensitivity for things. He released his passion working in the film industry. Through the many commercials and films he was involved in, you couldn’t help but see he was indeed a craftsman with a brilliant way. Most of all, he treasured all the unique friendships that developed within the film industry, moreso the sense of family that grew and readily embraced him. Anton's biggest recognition was being one of the puppets on the Foster Farms comercials. We had great laughs with Bob and Tom. "The Chickens"
… to see him with a woodworking magazine, creating something with his machinists mind, watching him become such a boy in his fascination with gears or a hiking magazine was just a given…
He was spiritual in a quiet way; he loved the wind and rain, to see him smile when a bird made a nest in the yard… to swear at the squirrels that constantly invaded the cactus… with an undercurrent of the real humor surrounding the situation. The most amazing thing I loved about him was his love for animals. He appreciated every living breed.
His humor… unique and quirky to him… made it so you couldn’t help but smile… That's what I fell in love with. His off the wall, dry sense of humor was the one and only for me.
Whoever got to know the genuine Anton, couldn’t help but grow to love him.
His Animals; the cats were his kids… his sweet, love for them was undeniable and so sincere.
I love him; He loved me… together we discovered California, Long Drives to nowhere in particular, smiling, laughing…. Sharing our love for the rain, a cactus bloom, a clear starry night, or the buzzards that came to visit… I would be here forever describing what we both shared about eachother, about life. My line with was
"it's just you and me".
these memories are indeed sweet.
I will miss you forever Anton, you were my man and you always will be. Please know that.
I wish I was able to help you, I guess I did but it wasn't enough. I love you Anton. I'm sorry I wasn't able to save you. You saved me honey.
You will always be my Roman Knight and my mum's "Jesu"
Love forever your Sporkie MJ,