When we first met I remember standing in my front yard at the age of five and saying hi to the people who moved in across the street. They had two boys — Logan and Blake. Logan was 6 years old, I was 5 years old and Blake was 3 years old.
We were best friends until Blake passed away.
Blake was the ultimate best friend, we shared everything together. On days off from school we would buy large pizzas just for us and just talk. We had so much fun all the time,usually doing absolutely nothing specific other than hanging out together.
This video was taken the winter before he passed away.
We spent a whole week outside of school because the snow was so bad. He stayed with me the whole weekend doing nothing but eating pizza and sharing jokes and stories.
In March 2014 we spent our last weekend ever together. This was the last picture I took of my best friend.
He killed himself three days after this picture was taken.
I’ll never forget that he spent his last weekend ever with me — that was a little over a year ago. Losing him triggered the most unimaginable pain I had ever felt in my whole life. Sitting with his whole family, planning a funeral, for a death that happened so suddenly…we just didn’t know what to do. Ultimately we chose cremation and tried to go on with life as normal as possible, even though it was anything but. The day of his funeral I met a girl named Hannah who I have been dating since.
Truth be told good things do come out of such terrible things. In three days (August 23rd) he will be turning sixteen years old.
Happy Birthday Blake, I miss you but our connection never went away. I promise. Life goes on but you will never be forgotten. Things do get better, right when you think they won’t. So hold on as much as you can because it will all be okay in the end.