Anthony, my oldest friend. We met at about five years old. We used to play house together. I was the wife and instead of making you my husband I'd make you be the dog, even though you were confident I remembered it wrong and we were actually wedded on the ABC floor mat. We kissed one time when we were 14 during spin the bottle at a friend's unsupervised basement party. You always brought that up and I'd roll my eyes. We maintained our friendship through the years and I'd like to thank you for that. You were so good at checking in with me and making time. You would tell me that we would end up together one day when I finally accepted it, even though you would ask for the number of every single one of my girlfriends I would introduce you to. So full of life, so hyper, so fun, so good hearted, always there for me. You were honestly such an amazing friend. I love you meat head. I'll forever remember you as that little boy in the Montville Broncos football photo that you would so frequently send me to remind me that this was the little boy I had illegitimately married 25 years ago. Rest easy, Ant. Love always, Liv.