John, almost all of my childhood adventures involved you. From climbing in the Gunks in New York to the Red Rocks of Las Vegas and the volcanoes of the Pacific Northwest, you led the way. I don't know why life is taken when it is, but I know that we all have our time. You will be deeply missed and our hearts ache without you, but I'm glad that you lived life so fully and died doing something that you love. Yet how cruel it is, that the thing we love most deeply can be what takes us in the end. Climb in peace, John. You'll be with me always.