How many times can I say to myself and others that I will miss you?
The answer is the same number as the people you touched. While our years togeather were short, you meant so much to me, and still do. You seemed such a great person, and still do. You made me think about life, and now you really do.
Brendon, one of your journeys is complete. Ahead is thousands of more. My mind cannot comprehend the adventures that you will undertake. And the beings that you will touch
Power is a life, life is power. Your life ran out, but your power lives on. Everybody you touched will remember you. Your smile, your sense intellect, your unique sense of life, and mabye even your harmonica.
My life will never be the same, now that I know that you are gone. But with telling myself that you have gone to a better place I feel a great weight lift from my shoulders.
My sympathy is deep, my regret is building, my mind and heart hurts. You are so important to me, and always will be.
"Even though we really never talked that much, I considered you one of my best friends."
We did talk Brendon, we talked with out interests, humor, and our minds.
I will never forget you Brendon, and I know you will continue to be with us...Harmonica playing, crochet hat on, and a tea pot in one hand, and lo mein in the other, you will be with me for the rest of my life.
Magic Fingers till the end of time.
Respectfully,
Your Friend Patrick</b></font><br><br>
