The number of stories I could tell regarding just summers and swimming holes alone are endless. From brawling at blackthorn! to burning down I-87 with the sun at our back's in the Tahoe. I was about 16 when we started to hang out for on an every day basis. I remember every day was an adventure. You were the type of person who always had someone to see or something to do and the world was welcome to tag along. I miss it all. The world's a much different place without you. Religion was never something we spoke on but I hope you're out there somewhere with your mom and dad. I know how much you loved them. We must have went to your mom's grave at least once a week. God bless you both, I visited her just this past weekend thinking of the times you and I would spend up there. Got myself in tears now, goodbye for now.