In memory...

Matthew oh Matthew. So much to miss. Where do I start?

A tear fills my eye when I think I will never get to witness another one of your classic mad cleaning frenzies. Man that was fun. Remember that night you ended up crying in a fetal position? Dang I wish I had captured that on kodak. I know Ellie and Nikki will never forget that night by the pool where you invited me on one of your guilt trips in front of everyone. I yearn for more. Nikki really should have us all back for another trip soon. With a fondness I will always remember that night four people drove around town inebriated while two others walked the streets looking for a dog you purposely hid in the suitcase. We should have thanked you for the exercise. I know all the straight men who attended Kati and Ashley's Christmas rendezvous will never be able to numb themselves enough to wash that image of you breaking it down to Britany Spears' Womanizer. I would have never guessed you could do the splits. It breaks my heart that Hessica will not know what to do with herself when she finds herself getting ready to hit Midtown at 1 am without you there to make her over like a barbie doll. Shucks. I think it's a safe bet to suggest she's going to miss the derrogatory comments and trash talk more, though. Here's a funny one: remember when you got mad at Matt for asking you not to walk out of the theatre until the movie was over? Matt's a little irrational at times. How dare he expect you to be polite.

I'll miss you kiddo and that high pictched but oddly British sounding pitch.

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