My heart is more than heavy writing this. Jamie was my best friend and I helped him during what proved to be a rough time for him. We both loved basketball and connected in a lot of ways. He told me once that I was his best friend and I wish I knew how much he was struggling, because I can’t help but feel like maybe I could have done something. That has haunted me for many years. I am truly thankful to have been able to connect with his mom and especially his amazing daughter, whom I had last seen when she was a baby. I got to meet her and her husband several years ago and it was a beautiful experience to see that a big piece of Jamie’s spirit is still present on this earthly plain through her and her her little one. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting Logan, but you can see Jamie in him also. I have missed my friend for many years. I miss teasing him for his obsession with always having to wear brand new white socks to just talking with him. He was a good person and was charismatic and gifted in a lot of ways. I could talk about him all day, but I will end here by just saying that, as hard as this is to relive this pain, it is just a testament to the impact he had on my life. I love him and will always miss him.