He was special because he would give me hi-fives and knuckles.
He was special because he played basketball with me at school.
He was special because he cared for me, more than anyone will know.
He was my friend.
Mum and Dad were sorry that they didn’t know how special our friendship was.
I couldn’t tell them.
I didn’t have the words.
Mum and Dad have helped me grieve and they have cried for me.
I know my friend will be watching over me and everyone he loved.
Ride high, KY. #5