such an odd person.
i remember thinking that when i first saw you.
but that's like the pot calling the kettle black.
hello, kettle.
hello, pot.
i called you super ninja.
you were always running around
jumping over things, posing.
everything you picked up
became a nunchuk.
you were quiet but i could
tell you were always thinking.
still waters do run deep.
you wanted to major in philosophy.
i loved that.
you always tried.
no matter what was placed
upon your shoulders.
you never gave up.
i admired that.
you were stronger than
so many other people
i know.
you always had a smile
and something nice to say.
i honestly can't remember
you making a mean comment.
that says a lot about you.
you were a genuinely nice person.
i never told you i appreciated that.
you are what people should aim to be.
despite your hardships you never stopped.
if only your body had not stopped on you.
i'm glad to have known you.
i don't like goodbyes.
sadly all things must pass...
i wish you nothing but the best in your next life,
dennis.
