This is when I was much younger, 9 or 10 I believe, at Stone mountain with a friend of mine, Shane Williamson. If you wish to know why im on the ground, this is why.
I have a very bad fear of height. I thought this mountain was going to roll over and crush me. I was crying, screaming and yelling as Shane laughed and took pictures of my pitiful self.
And here is the man himself. My best friend. Brother... The person I adored who was not of my family blood but I believe with all my heart we were family at heart, soul, and mind.
Shane traveled the world for a living. His last stop, Costa Rica, where he got sick and came back home where me, my mom, and his mom who is like a grandmother to me, watched him leave.