You never know the last time you’ll see someone, so give them all of your love

It's bizarre to think that that time at Wal-Mart in the video game section is the last time I'll ever see you. We spoke briefly and said we needed to hang out sometime when you came back to Missouri this next time around.

I'm glad I'll be able to remember you fondly, at least.

When we went on the Chicago band trip, you hung out with me the entire time. We ventured away from everyone else to check out the cool stained glass and we even got to meet one of the guys from the Blue Man Group.

I remember we went to McDonalds on The Pier and there were pigeons everywhere. You kept chasing them around trying to feed them your fries. I don't know what we were thinking back then.

When we got out of high school, you stuck around for awhile. You were at the very first party I had at my very first apartment. We used to hang out on a weekly basis.

The last real memory I have with you is from Summer of 2011. I was living alone and at a pretty dark point in life. You texted me at 10:00 am and told me you were having a pretty shitty day yourself and we should drink. We went to Wal-Mart and bought a bottle of whiskey. We came back to my apartment, busted out the shot glasses, put Across the Universe in the DVD player and sat down on my couch. We decided we would do a shot every time they started a new song. I swear, I don't know how we even made it 20 minutes into the movie. We got so drunk so quickly. I remember getting distracted from the movie and just laughing and talking about life trying to catch when the song changed to take our next drink. We ended up passing out on the living room floor until that evening. When we woke up, you went home.

It's insane to think that is the last memory I will have with you. I'll hold it dear, though. Thanks for all the good times, sir. I'm lucky to have had you in my life.