This photo was taken three months before you died. I miss you. I wish our last pint at Bogens hadn’t been talking about the GRE. I wish you could have sat with me during our Hokies ’99 football season. It was a fun one. I wish we could still listen to James Brown and talk shit about country music.
I wish that gun hadn’t been so easy to get.
But that’s why I’m here — to keep others from wishing for more moments.
I do this for you.