Hey guys I'm sorry that I haven't posted again for awhile, about a week after my last update my fiance and I received some unfortunate news. A dear close friend of ours passed away and we haven't been coping very well. I can't write very much at the moment, and it's taken me a while to even put this up.

I would like to take a minute to tell you about our dear friend.

When I first met him, it was when my fiance and I first started dating. He was an odd goofball, and he would say the most random things but that was him. He wouldn't judge you no matter who you were, what you looked like, or whatever. If you accepted him for who he was, he'd accept you too. One day I made a cheesecake for my fiance and him, because they were constantly asking me to. After I dropped it off and got home my fiance called me and told me that our friend ate half of the cheesecake and said it was the best he ever had. I should have made him one more cheesecake, he loved it; he was always happy to eat whatever I cooked up, but he would ask me if I had the time to make that cheesecake again. I regret that I didn't make more of it for him to enjoy.

He was over a couple times a month to drink with our group or play video games. He would always be fascinated by the stories we told him and would just be curious about everything. This last Halloween we all decided to walk around the town we all lived in and after any free candy we could score. One house in particular, they had tiny little gift bags filled with candy corn. Now I know, there are some people that don't like it and some that do. I'm ok with it, just depends. He went up to the house and instead of taking it like some people would, he knocked on the door, granted it was almost midnight and asked the owners if he could take a bag for each of us. They were kind enough to say 'yes'. He didn't like the thought of taking something and not asking, if he wanted something he would ask for it.

I could tell you guys every single story about him, but that would only be the tip of the iceberg. It was a true honor to know him, to have a chance to call him my friend, my brother. He was the baby of our group, we all cared for him and looked out for him.

We didn't know that he was suffering so much, whenever we saw him, he was always so happy and bubbly. He always had a nice thing to say about everyone, he could never say anything bad or insult someone. He was always there for us when we needed him, and we thought we were there for him too; to us, he was more than our friend, he was our brother. So when we found out what happened, it shattered us. We're slowly trying to pick up the pieces, but I know things will never be whole again. There is always going to be pieces missing.

I hope he found the answers he was looking for, and I know that he's in a beautiful place now. He will forever be in the hearts of me, my fiance and my friends who all still love him and will forever miss him.

I don't know when I'll update again, but I wanted to apologize for my delay and let you guys know. I won't let this story die, and once it is complete I plan on completing my other tales. Everyone take care, be safe.