Goodbye, Casey.
From being 15 watching Missouri Loves Company at the fish club in Trenton to being 22 and catching up via late night aim conversations, you will always have a place in my heart. I know you were hurting but I also know you were healing. I'm surrounded in my house by people who were your closest and dearest and the pain is unbearable. And the only memory that keeps me smiling is "Futon covers go on futons, not on Casey's!"
Goodbye.