I’ve known Milenko for my whole life, and he was almost like family, coming to many of our family events. We always called him Menjo. Even though a lot of the jokes he said I didn’t understand, he made my parents laugh all the time. He often showed up late, and even sometimes left at 1 in the morning, but his company to my parents was like gold. What I am grateful though for Menjo, is what he did for me school wise. He helped me with chemistry, and a little bit of math as well. I honestly would have failed chemistry without him. He was tough when he taught, but I know he was only doing it for the best, to help me succeed, and it is sad knowing I was his last student to be taught by. I was able to actually understand him, over my teacher. Even though Menjo and I were not as close as him and my parents were, and even my grandma, he still knew almost everything about me for my whole life. I look at him as my uncle, from how good of friends our family was. Menjo seemed to always brighten everyone’s day up, and it will sometimes be hard not seeing that anymore. Rest in peace.

 

Izak G.