I love you.
Thanks for being one of my best friends on the planet. You were there for me with a playful wag when I was upset or stoked. You were there through adolescent heartbreak, teenage angst, through that divorce, when I got my first guitar, my first car, first drums, first concerts and my braces. You made it though operations in 2007 that cleared my bank account and kept you alive. You were there through car accidents and that short stint when I thought it was cool to dye my hair orange and blue. Remember my blue, plaid, punk-pants? You were a supporting role in all the home movies we made and listened to me when I tried to learn to sing and write my first songs.
You listened and never judged me through all the best and worst ideas I had.
I could go on forever about all the good times we have had.
I am sorry if I ever yelled at you or was selfish. You taught me so much about caring for others and how to be a good friend. You touched so many people's lives and you were loved by everyone you ever met. I am sorry I left for the west coast. If I could have brought you I would have. This was one of the wildest decisions I have made in my life and I am still figuring life out. I know you were taken care of these last 2 years, but I can't tell you how much it breaks my heart I couldn't be there for you today. This letter, these words, will never do a justice for what we went through.
I know you were in a lot of pain and you are in a better place, but this still sucks. I will see you soon and I am so happy we got to spend nearly 20 years together.
You are one of my best friends. I love you.