High school is when you learn about life the hard way, get disappointed, confide in a friend late night on the river away from the party, get uncomfortable, shape your identity, learn about yourself through others, gain confidence from new experiences and meet lifelong friends.
No matter where or what we are now, a friend who was there during these growing pains and self discovery, enduring the highs and lows of the awkward transitional teenage innocence into real world situations will always be a precious person as you’ll forever see yourself in them from that very special, delicate time of life.
Thank you Billy for being one of those people. Sitting behind me in classes, especially history, already knowing the lesson with premeditated opinions, giving me nicknames I’m still called today, hugs in the hallway, trying to rationalize with me when I was upset, protecting me, explaining things, gently exposing me to the real world while minding my naivety, showing me I was special, respecting everyone’s point of view while brazenly reminding you of his.
Billy, you were ahead of your time. You were so fucking smart I don’t think teachers knew how to handle it. You cared about everybody even if you didn’t want to show it sometimes. You made everyone feel comfortable and welcome during a time in our lives when self-criticism ran rampant. You were the glue to many friend groups and constantly on the search for a good time.
I love you so much, although our lives took us in different directions you were and always will be a reflection of who I was in my most genuine, authentic state. Thank you for experiencing life with me. I miss you already. Rest easy my brother ❤️ RIP... ps. Please give @iron__dan a big hug from all of us ❤️