Justin Ray Hagerty December 6, 1990 – March 30, 2019

437

Justin was born, raised and died on Vashon Island. A true Sagittarius, he was optimistic about life and always up for adventure. With his beaming smile and positive attitude, he was well-loved in the community. Justin was a steady-Eddie kind of guy, always on time, rarely missing work or school.

A born mechanic, Justin recently celebrated seven years as Lead Diesel Mechanic with Hitachi in Seattle. He commuted daily on his Honda African Twin motorcycle early in the morning, worked long hours, and returned to work on projects at his home in the woods of Frog Holler. Justin loved to take his 4Runner wheeling in the Mud Bogs on Vashon and on Tahuya State Forest Trails.

He also had a passion for boating and liked to fish, crab, shrimp, squid and swim. Since he was a small child, Justin boated and sailed with his father and sister. This past year, he purchased his third boat, a Sea Ox, and was excited to take his friends for rides around Puget Sound.

A goal-oriented person, Justin had many skills including welding, woodworking and building. He loved the trees, skiing, snowboarding, being in nature and eating healthy. Justin loved his life and the people in his life. We will miss his big hugs and infectious laugh with his cute smirk.

On March 30, Justin took his new boat out to attend the PBR bullriding event at the Tacoma Dome. Returning at night, Justin was in a boating accident near Dockton that took his life.

Justin Ray Hagerty is survived by his mother Susan Pitiger; father Richard Hagerty; stepfather Joe Allison; sisters Shawna Pitiger and Jasmine Hagerty (Elric Baker); niece Stori Johnson; long-time partner Maria Hamper; and canine companion Rocco.

All are Welcome to Celebrate Justin’s Life April 20, 1pm at the Sportsmans Club

Think of this as words from Justin

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.

– Henry Scott Holland