When I wrote your name down, I was hoping I wouldn’t pull it. Not because you don’t deserve the thanks, but because you’re not here to read this. I can’t help but wonder if I ever truly thanked you while you were living. My great grandmother always says “dead noses can’t smell roses” and I wonder if I’m too late. I wonder if I gave you roses while you were here with me. I know we had a chance to make up before your untimely passing, but did I truly thank you for the impact you had on my life? Did I thank you for always going out of your way to make sure I was okay? Did I thank you for the long nights on the phone with me complaining about my ex? Did I thank you for being the perfect gentleman no matter what was going on? Did I thank you for always being my bail out guy when I got stuck talking to some whack guy? Did I thank you for always being supportive of my crazy ideas? Did I thank you for calling me at random times just to sing to me? Did I? I can only hope I did. You were an incredible friend and I’m honored to have had you in my life. Thank you for the many years of friendship. I hate it was cut short.
Love you Zae! I miss you!