Here I go, scream my lungs out.
Dear Brad,
When I called Ryan on this day last year, and when he told me what happened to you on this day, I wanted to be just about anywhere but across the country, away from home. Still, the distance couldn't detach me from the shock and sadness that our hometown was feeling. I wanted to attend your funeral more than anything, but at the time Katherine Law managed to assure me that you'd appreciate my presence in spirit.
A few months later, even while I was so ecstatic to be there, I cried when Yellowcard played "Only One" live at UMBC. I cried because I thought of you, and I'm really not sure why, because the song's meaning has nothing to do with what I remember of you.
The memories I have of you -- the time when you and Jimmy wrestled on my couch while we were trying to finish up a science project... that times that we talked (and got in trouble) in ICP... the times when I played basketball with you and the other guys... and the last time you'd ever laugh at my awkwardness, at our high school graduation -- are nothing compared to those others in this town have. I don't care though. I still miss you.
Signed, sincerely,
Christina