Jeremy Alan Douglas: What can I say to you? What can I ask you?
Why would be a great question .. but I don't really think you know why. When I think or hear your name, I get angry. You were 17.
SEVENTEEN!! You had your whole life ahead of you. You had women to oggle, jobs to work at, cars to fix. You had a military career open. You had friends and family. You had everything going for you. I wasn't there when your letter was read. I wasn't with the immediate family. But I was there .. next to Chad, when he found out. You're BEST FRIEND cried, smacked his fists against the walls. He bled for you. He held it in the whole time. We all did. You weren't just ending YOUR life .. you were ending parts of everyone elses also.
But then I feel hurt. You know .. we weren't best friends, we never dated, never "Did it", we were just .. pals. And I've ALWAYS told you that you could come to me. That you could just LEAN on my shoulder and spill it. I offered .. but you didn't take.
But I always miss you. Sometimes I feel REALLY pathetic when I write or talk about you .. because I wasn't on your "top 8" friends list. I was wingo. Plain and simple. But I cared. Lord, I cared.
And we're all sitting here .. today .. remembering the friendship you gave us, the bullshit crap you fed us during classes, and the fun we had while it lasted. Hopefully we'll see you again. Well .. we
will see you again. Rest in Peace my friend .. You'll need it for when we join you.

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