My Thanksgiving was wonderful, but a little shadowed. Earlier that week, this world lost an amazing person. His name was Benjamin Wright. Our friendship was far from perfect; full of fights, tears, misunderstandings, shouts, heartache, complications, differences of opinions, and choices that may have, in a sense, become barriers between us. Regardless, I loved Ben. Our friendship was also full of hope, forgiveness, trust, honesty, laughs, joy, youth, late-nights, lots of food, shared angst, camaraderie, friendly banter, and so many more good and wonderful things.
(The Format was the soundtrack to our friendship. This was Ben's favorite song by them. One time, I was going to learn it on guitar for his birthday; it didn't work out, because I didn't learn it fast enough. But I can still play the first half. Once, we went and saw The Format, and Ben cried when they played this song. I took a video of his tears and teased him about it, but I really thought it was beautiful how much he connected with the music.)
|Here we are at said Format concert.|
|This awkward picture of us was taken on my 18th birthday.|
|This is my favorite picture in the world of Ben.|
|This is a supremely horrid picture of me, but it's just too classic.|
|The last picture I ever took of Ben. From when he came to visit me in Florida.|