When he was younger there wasn't a bench or seat he couldn't pass up. He wanted to sit on them and watch the world go by. He never did have that much stamina. Still likes to sit on benches when he's tired.

My favorite memory of my best friend before he passed away was....just the long long conversations we use to have deep into the night, talking about ...life...God and music and stuff. ..

Several great friends and lots of good memories. With Bill, it would be the camping and fishing trips as teenagers. With Scott, it would be hours of kicking the football to each other, with both of us getting better.

I was to get the last plane back to London to resume my studies and be separated yet again from the love of my life. Just being with her had become my reason for life. Flight cancelled - a reprieve!. We were on the Old Airport Road returning to Belfast. There's a spot where the lights of the city are spread out all beneath you. Incredibly beautiful. Together we wept tears of joy just to be together for another few hours. If only we could have seized the moment and somehow made it permanent. In our psyches - we were young and penniless - we seemed doomed to tragedy.

She and I would go swimming after school

We would eat dinner and then go to internet cafe

and we laughed and joked often.

Swimming in her pool. She was the only kid in the area with one!

Probably when he and I traveled Europe together the summer after high school. It was truly a moment of feeling like I had the whole world ahead of me, and there wasn’t anyone I would’ve wanted to share that with more than him.

Losing my virginity (NOT to him - #nohomo)

Endless conversations about 50 different topics wrapped into each other

We always laughed endlessly together. He passed recently. 😓

Us going on a spur of the moment trip to the beach

Taking LSD and smoking pot in the late-60s.

sharing his girlfriends. he was very obliging.

Swinging on the rope swing and dropping off it into the creek at Bullseye. ☺