Years ago, when I was a freshman in high school, I befriended a guy whose personality was as big as his grin. He was tall, a football player, and liked by most everyone who knew him. He was a senior, and I felt cool because he wanted to be my friend, and because he was always so complimentary and sweet when we crossed paths. We never spent a great deal of time together; we were just schoolmates who happened to get along well and had a few friends in common. I may not have ever spent much time with him one-on-one, but I remember his smile, his laugh, and that mischevious twinkle he always had in his eyes, and his red hair. I haven’t heard from him in years, and I’m sad that I never got to give him one last hug — he passed away in a car accident this weekend. It is yet another reminder of the brevity of this life; I hope to see him again in the next. God be with you, Daniel Stephens. You will be missed.
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