To Graeme and Kevin:
I never knew you. I never got the chance to smile at you in the hallways, or say hi. But I miss you. I remember when it happened. I walked into school one day, and I didn't know. And then I found out. And I didn't cry. The sorry creature I am didn't even cry. But I cried today. I don't go to Eisenhower anymore. I live in Florida now, and it happened a while ago, but it still hits me in these sudden waves of sadness and love. I miss you. I'm sure you are in heaven now, looking down on us from the stars twinkling above. We wish you were here. All of us. I'm going to meet you one day, though, we all will, and we will all be together the way it was always supposed to be. I'm sure of it. The Graeme Preston Foundation for Life is continuing to make a difference, and you have made a difference in all of our lives. You are still apparent in mine. We have not forgotten.
I miss you, Skateboarding Angels.
I love you, Skateboarding Angels.
I will never forget about you, Skateboarding Angels.
I hope you know that, and it gives you peace and solace in heaven.
RIP, boys. RIP.
