Today marks seven years since the death of a friend of mine. Tyrone. You were the real Chad of us all. The life of the party. Always smiling and accepting of all. You were one of few people who I could never get mad at. With the strength you had, I find it a cruel irony that fate took your first from us. Because I always thought you would be the last of us to go. That is how strong you were. But man can only be so strong when fate calls to him. Your death affected me and all who knew you.

You were the greatest of all of us and what all men should strive to be like. I wish I had gotten to spend more time with you. My only hope is that you are in heaven and watching your friends build their projects. I remember the promise I made to you a while back. That project is still happening. You will be remembered in it. It has your DNA in it. Because you will always be my god of chaos.

Rest in peace, Tyrone, greatest of all men.