Rest in peace, my friend. Part of me will always be 17, riding around in your mom's van all weekend long while we cranked "Bohemian Rhapsody" (if you don't sing along to that song, there's something wrong with you!). I remember we kept stealing balls from a ball pit somewhere, and our goal was to eventually fill up the back of the van with them, although we never managed to. At one point, we also had a napkin dispenser from McDonalds and a coffee pot from Dunkin' Donuts back there...I don't remember who took them. I'll always remember our marathon phone calls that started in the evening and sometimes went far enough into the morning that you'd ask, "Want to go out for breakfast?" and you'd come and get me. You were always a good listener and fiercely loyal to your friends. I'm thankful that we got back in touch a few years back. It was easy to pick up where we left off. I'm sorry we didn't have more time.
