In 2002, at this exact time, I lost my best friend in a motorcycle accident. I can't believe it's been 10 years. I honestly remember that night like it was yesterday. It felt like I lost my brother. Not a week goes by that I don't think about the amazing guy he was, and the man he would have turned out to be. It hurts me so much to think of the memories we would have made during the last 10 years and in the future. The worst part is knowing that he will miss out on the parts of life that I know he looked forward to the most. Falling in love and being a father. I miss everything about him and how he was such a big part in shaping who I am. The strangest thing too is knowing how I'll miss the little things I never thought about when I was younger. How he would have been right there next to me whenever I get married and I would have proudly been right there for him. That our kids would grow up calling him Uncle Curry and me Uncle Aron. Unfortunately, the rest of the world missed out on getting to know, and love, him. I miss you man. RIP Curry Justin Brecht.
