I wish I could of told you the truth, before it was too late. I'm sorry Brett. I'm sorry for not being there when you needed someone. I'm sorry for ignoring your feelings, for the sake of mine. I'm sorry our friendship suffered, and I'm sorry that I never told you what you meant to me. I'm sorry that I didn't fight harder for you. I'm sorry that I turned a blind eye to your troubles more often than not. You were a great man, and a great person. You were talented in ways others could never have dreamt of, and you had the potential that few could ever attain. You always made me laugh, made me smile. But yet you always understood, always listened, was always there. And yet I stood by, and watched you fall apart. I could of helped you. I should have tried harder. Pulled you back from the grasp of...death. It's hard to say it, that youre...gone, that youre dead. And never again will I see your smiling face, hear your corny jokes. Never again will I call you House, or talk to you about school, college, life, jhett. haha. Never again will i see you play the guitar, or the piano, and hear your talent come alive. I won't hear your voice singing in choir, or singing the beatles. No more parties in your basement. No more hot tub with giant spiders. No more Judge Turpin with that terrible wig, or your costume made from scratch, and your ghetto booty. Back when everything was perfect. We thought we were invincible. We'd do crazy things just for the thrill. Remember pumpkin stealing? In your jeep? And your clove cigarettes... How you always wore black tee-shirts and jeans. I remember meeting you in Ms.Lock's class in middle school. Remember when Paden and I brought you McDonalds in the hospital? That was ridiculous. Remember Balls on Kyleigh Weston's face? OMG. haha...And yet I never told you. I was afraid. Of what you'd say. Of what really was the truth. You were one of the greatest guys I've ever known. I thank you for being my friend. I thank you for the hug you gave me after the cast list was posted for Sammy's Swamp. I thank you for teaching me how to play the piano. After the texas incident, and robert was sick, even though the costumes weren't finished, or the set done, or any of us ready for Sweeney, you kept us in good spirits. You made the terrible times, memorable times.  You made me laugh, even when I wanted to punch you in the face. In Fitz's class, I thought that I would just DIE from laughing. Honestly, your antics were the only thing that kept me awake most of the time. haha.  And your green eyes always had a sparkle, and your smile lit up the room. Oh and when you had that curly crazy jew fro! I'll miss you so much Brett. The last time I saw you was what, Graduation? And your graduation party....when you wanted to eat the slice of cake that was you. I'll never forget you Brett. I love you. I hope that wherever you are, you're having the time of your life, because that's what you deserve. You've always deserved so much more than you gave yourself credit for.

 

Bye Brett.
I miss you.