Tonight, I have received news that no one ever…EVER wants to hear. My best friend, Richie, has died. He tripped on a plastic bag and broke his neck. I am the kind of person who has more than one best friend, but if I could have only one best friend, it would have been him. I know death is a part of life, but all of all of my friends, he was the last person I’d imagine dying. He was like a brother to me. He was family, I loved him like family. He still is family to me, and I still love him, And I miss him so much. I’m going on a trip to Cleveland in about a week, and I wanted to hang out with him one more time before I left, and now I’ll never have the chance. I love ya, Richie, and I miss you so much.