Life is funny in that when somebody is gone, memories of the little things drive you nuts.

All I've been thinking about lately everytime I pass the stones on the drillfield is how awesome it would be just to high five Stack or run up and give Dan a hug with one of those "omg, I can't believe you're here too" faces at a party.

This sucks.

I still have my shirt from the highlighter party that Dan signed and everytime I see it or wear it I can't help but regret washing all the writing off of it the day after.

And so it goes... what can you really do?