I think too much about it, what’s it like to bury a friend. I hardly knew him, but he keeps sneaking back up on me. I had the idea the other week (still working on it), or that memorial fund page that was just created. I even had a dream that had somewhat to do with him the other night. How creepy is that? I’ll go and find that video that Stanford made maybe once a month or so.
I’m not sure if I’m trying to just remember him, or just scare myself to death, to never do what he did that night.
