I lost my best friend four years ago to a drunk driver. I can't stop thinking about him. He befriended me when I moved from a tiny town in Idaho to Lancaster, CA just north of LA following my parents divorce. I was strongly considering suicide as a means of escape when I met him. He gave me a reason to live, a reason to get up every day and go to school. I will never forget the wonderful times I spent with him, and the not so wonderful times. His family treated me as one of their own in time, I even called his grandmother Grandma. They let me stay with them for about two weeks when my Mom was dealing with the death of my step father. They were absolutely wonderful to me. I left the area to move to the Seattle region with my girlfriend (now wife of eleven years), and didn't look back as hard as I should have. We talked sparingly for time to time, played WoW together a few times, and that was it. We drifted apart, but he was always in my thoughts, I just never acted on calling him or trying harder to get ahold of him. I thought he would always be there. He was killed while driving home from work late after waiting to take a coworker of his home, as he did not have a car of his own. I still remember getting the call from a mutual friend late on a Friday night. And then more calls and more calls as the word spread. I spoke at his funeral, with my wife, pregnant with the daughter he will never get to meet, or my son. They would have grown up knowing him as their uncle. My heart was ripped to pices when his Mom told me that he was saving money up to move to Seattle and find me. I'm crying even thinking about it now. I will never forget him. I can't let him go. I don't want to. I miss you Beau. Come back, I don't want to let you go.