"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

You were my best friend. Your life ended much too early. Even though years have passed, I am still reminded of you every day when I look at your old baseball hat hanging above my door. I remember the numerous sleepovers we had where you would wake up early and start playing videogames with my brother. But more importantly, I will not forget you as a teammate. When I was growing up and maturing, you were the one catching my pitches. You played with max effort at all times and never let your height get in the way. I will never forget the time where you were catching and got ran over by the runner. You stood your ground, and the runner was called out because of it to end the game. I am about to begin my driving career. When I drive on the road you got hit on, it reminds me to stay alert and stay safe. I want to let you know that your family still cares about you and misses you. But, they are also moving along and improving. Your brother is doing great in school and your older sister is in art school. Your younger sister reminds me a lot about you. She has a wild personality and enjoys talking to people. As for the baseball team, your number is retired and we wear a patch with #24 on it every game. Also, we have a tournament every year in your honor. It has held fifty and thirty teams in the past two years. You had a wild personality, but you were compassionate towards others, which is hard to come by these days. I like to think of us as brothers, and I hope you feel the same way.