February 10, 2012 is the four-year anniversary of my friend Brian Priestley’s death. He was very young when he passed away, only twenty-eight.
It is hard to believe that four years have passed without his smile, his laugh, his wit. I have missed him. He was always such a happy guy, always had some adventure to tell me about. I miss hearing about his life. I miss his free-spiritedness.
I think about him often. I try to remember all the happy things about his brief life. But on this day – February 10 – I think he’d understand if I can’t crack a smile.
