I’ll miss him dearly, and hold on tight to those memories of us being innocent and unbothered by the world.
I’m aware this probably won’t mean much to anyone.
But I wanted you to know him.
Fly high buddy. I’ll keep fighting the good fight.
Grant Kellogg.
I met him when I was 8 years old and we immediately became best friends.
Although I moved away a couple years later, and our paths naturally took us different places, I always appreciated the friend he was to me.
Those were the best years of my childhood.
Despite not seeing him much over the last 7-8 years, we’d still catch up here and there. Often reminiscing on memories from our youth.
I say all this because today I watched his casket get carried to his grave.
And I wish I could have one more conversation with him.
He is a kind person, extremely selfless and respectful.
He is funny. Some days all we would do is laugh under the sun until our Moms called us home.
We did practically everything together for 3 years. He was the first friend I ever had that I knew would always be there.
26.
More pain and betrayal than I thought I’d ever experience. Got broken down and built myself up many times over, as if it were a sick joke.
Also one of the most eye opening and memorable years I’ve had. Learned so much about myself.
Wouldn’t change a thing.
Cheers to 27.