It's kind of funny, but my best memory of him is the only time we ever fought. It was in paintball and he had a new gun which seemed to just fire all the time. He had tagged me, but didn’t hear me call myself out, so he just kept shooting. Well, I got pretty mad and we ended up about four feet away from each other still shooting, and in a lot of pain. I still have scars from that. But I think it showed how strong our friendship was, because we always looked back on that and laughed.
Although I mourn his absence, I now understand the true nature of heaven and its eternal joy, for in the face of death, one thought shines through: the face of
- Ben Lopez, November 29, 2006