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I Will Never Forget

When I look back on my life Ian was always there.  I don’t remember a time when I did not know him.  Growing up in a small town gives you that benefit I suppose.  Life has been completely altered by knowing that he won’t be calling eventually from a scratchy satellite phone or that I won’t be getting one of his famous 2 liner e-mails.  Ian and I went to school together all the way through high school.  I was in the class above him and we hung out every now and then with mutual friends (later we confessed that during high school I thought he was annoying and he thought I was a rude snob).We began working at the same place during high school and eventually started going to parties together or just hanging out as friends.  We were forever trying to play matchmaker for each other which was ironic.  Time went by and relationships in our lives came … Continue Reading

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