Funny how I came across this... Stephen Morris was my best friend. I just went to his old page and looked around til I ended up here.

I was supposed to be in that car with him, but my fax didn't come in. I remember the last time I saw him, we were standing atop of the Staff Stairs in the top left corner of the schools quadrangle where we would march in the mornings. Anyways, I was walking off to my company, when I heard him calling me, but didn't know it was him. That is, until he called me by the nickname only he and my dad had ever called me. I remember apologizing and saying next week I would definately get to go home for the weekend with him. He just did that shrug and casual smile and said "No prob. Just make sure you get the fax actually gets in on time." We said our goodbyes, and that was the last time I saw him, aside from his funeral.

Anyways, I got really carried on there. Just wanted to say that this was a great dedication poem.

wow O_O I don't know what to say: empathy, sorrow, and sympathy.

That's really to bad; I'm sorry to hear that. Keep up the good work.

Much love,Juliet.