Lately Ive been thinking about some memories we made. We met for the first time in fith grade. In the beginning you annoyed me. Sort of a creepy stalker. Seventh grade you soet of won me over. We were sitting in the gym watching a basketball game. You came to sit next to me and as usual I ignored you. Some fool threw a basketball toward my face and you batted it out of the way. I then gave you my phone number and the insanity took off from there. You used to call me everyday. I remember my parents used to get so angry with the late night phone calls and constant ringing of the phone. We would talk until one or both of us fell asleep. Back in those days neither of us had a cordless phone. You in your kitchen and me in the livingroom floor lol. I remember my 17th birthday when you, Dee & Matthew rode with me in my car to the movies. Ordering pizza and using the hood as a table. On our way home we blew a tire and you stripped the plastic nuts off my hubcaps. My mother was really angry with you two. I laughed so hard that day. Even harder later that night when you and Dee decided to teach me how to dance knowing this white girl has no rhythm at all. I remember spending the night with Dee & sneaking you and Tony in the window. If her father wouldve caught us we wouldve been in so much trouble. Inside joke " ALISAAAAAAA! " LOL. One of my favorite memories was the time we snuck out and you hijacked your mom's blazer. We got stuck in a ditch on a dirt road and we tried to pick up the back end and push. We ended up calling your step dad to bring the big rig n pull us out haha. We snuck in and out of each other's houses a lot. I will never forget the time you ran from Forest to Hillsboro, snuck in my window freezing just to help me sleep after a bad day. You're the only guy I know I feel comfortable sleeping next to and no kind of funny buisness. Although I hated the snoring. I wish I coild hear it now. You were always there for me no matter what. The only person in the world I could ever count on 100% It meant a lot to me that you got me a guitar and had your whole platoon sign it and sent it home for me. If it hadnt been for you I wouldve never of had a honeymoon. I miss our arguments over women, staying in touch, family ect. I miss how everytime you came home from Iraq you'd come visit me no matter what amd pick me up over your head and use me as a weight. I will never forget my 27th (?) Birthday when you came down for my lazor tag birthday celebration. I thought we had it in the bag as far as winning but I suppose your aim was off and we lost to a bunch of old farts. I think we drank four cases of beer that day. I beat your tail in beer pong and by the time we got home neither of us could see or walk straight. Tara woke up in the middle of the night and found you buck naked on the couch. We laughed so hard at your expense. One of our last road trips you were nice enough to bring me from La to Jackson Ms for the birth of my niece. You sat with me and listened to her lil heart beat. No questions asked, no I.o.u. you always did things just because. The last time I saw you I drove to your mom's waited for you to shower, met some family and you spent the night with me. I remember waking up only to find you with your mouth wide open snoring up a storm. A few months passed and you had moved to Miami. You went awol and almost drove your mother and I crazy. I chewed you out. The last time I spoke to you was right after your first heart attack. I told you to call me which you did but the day you called my area was under a boil water notice and I had been sick myself. What I wouldnt give now to have the chance to go back amd answer that phone call. May 5th I got a message that said "I love you too". May 19th while on a beach in Gulf Shores, on vacation, I got the call from your sister two hours after the fact that you had had another heart attack and had passed away. At first I didnt believe it. Once it sunk in I felt limp. I went to walk off the beach and almost fainted. I fell to my knees and wept. I had to be medicated for the rest of the trip. The rest is a blur. I went to the wake and the church service but I couldnt bring myself to watch them put you in the ground. That is not a memory I wanted to have. This first year has been a challege. I think about you every day. Ive been given the gift of being your son's god mother and I am so honored. I want you to know that I will always be there for him as you would. I have thousands of memorys I Dont have room to share here. I could write a book. With all this said I will miss you until we are together again. I feel incredibly humbled to have known you and have had you as a friend. With Love -Alisa