Cleaning out my closet...

Today I was cleaning out my closet and found my "memory box"  Discovered a sketch of me he drew when we first met.  I had also found an essay I wrote when I was a sophomore in high school.   It was titled Russell "Marz" Glenn.  Oh how horribly written it was, but the gist was Russell was an amazing friend.  It also went on about how unique he was and how I felt he was misunderstood by his peers, family, and society.  Kinda made me giggle. Still blows my mind that he is gone.  But I am extremely grateful I had the pleasure of experiencing him as a friend for as long as I did.  I love you Russell face always and forever.