I'd came back home, to Wilmington and was renting a place on the coast, not one of those fancy places but a nice one. I just needed to come home for a bit. Get my head straight; I got a letter from Savannah a few weeks ago asking how I was and telling me how an anonymous person had donated enough money for Tim to get treatment at MD Anderson . Then a weeks or two ago she sent me another letter inviting me to a party for Tim. I didn't know how to reply, so I haven't, yet. I was just so confused.

I spend my time by the beach, only coming home to sleep and eat. It is great, I get up in time to watch the sunset spend the day surfing, reading on the beach and walking along the shore. It reminded me of the summer I spent with Savannah. The best summer of my life; she was and still is the love of my life.

I'm at the beach on my fourth day back, sitting on the beach looking out at the sunrise. Thinking about where my life was at now and thinking about Savannah, wondering how she was, did she think about me? "John? John Tyree?" I looked up to the right to find a familiar face looking down at me; I couldn't put the face to a name. "Yeah. I'm sorry who are you?" I asked as I got up so we were face to face. "You probably don't remember me. I'm Randy. We meet the summer of 2000." It came to me straight away, the summer I met Savannah. "Oh yeah, hey man. How you been doing?" he smiled, "I'm doing good. This might sound a bit wired, but do you want to maybe go get a coffee or something? If you don't want to that's fine." I thought about saying no, but hey, what's the harm in going.

"How did you recognise me?" I asked Randy as found a table at the local café. "It's been years and we never really spent anytime together."

He smiled. "I recognised some of your tatts and you have the same crew cut." I smiled back at him. The waitress then came over to take our order.

It was easy to talk to Randy. He was different to when we first meet. Much more easy going.

As we were leaving I decided to ask him "do you maybe want to get a drink tomorrow night?" I don't know why but I was feeling a bit nervous, he might say no and that would be uncomfortable.

"Yeah sure that sounds great."

"Ok great. I'll pick you up at around 7."