I couldn't believe it, it hit me like a ton of bricks when i got an unexpected phone call about tripp's death. It was the first time i had ever lost a friend that close to me and at first i didn't know how to handle it. Everywhere i'd go it was just a reminder of the times we spent together. I never really could talk to anyone like i could with him, and i don't think i ever will be able to. He was a great person and i know he's in a better place now.  I'll never forget him or the times we shared together, and even after two years of him being gone not a day goes by that i don't think about him or miss him. But in some way i feel like he's always with me, watching over me.