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Alia's Memories
Sam was so many things to so many people: an amazing son, grandson, brother, brother-in-law, uncle, nephew, cousin, co-worker, classmate, boyfriend, Friday boyfriend, and, what I know him best as, friend. Sammy was the best.
There is so much to be said about Sam. Not a bad bone in his body. I feel so incredibly lucky to have had him in my life for the eight years that I did. I remember when I first met him, back in good old 1995. He used to sit in the front left corner of the room in World History class, book neatly stacked on top of notebook, feet straight underneath desk, head down, hand doodling on corners of notebook. And of course, I can't forget his Nine Inch Nails t-shirt, Vans shoes, and long hair. Boy, did he change! But really, when you think about it, if you knew Sam then and now, really what changed was just his style. His personality pretty much stayed the same. The same old Sammy still inside, just a little more mature, a little more stylish, and a little more adorable. Okay, a lot more adorable.

We became friends fairly quickly. I broke him out of his shell and he hadn't been back for it since. Before I knew it, he was my best friend. There was just something about him. Something special. Something that no other guy had. I have no way of describing our friendship and how it's made me feel. I love him so much. A part of me is missing and I'm just so thankful that I have so many wonderful memories to put in its place:

our first homecoming, our dance at prom, senior year gym class, Sacagawea coins, our eventful journey through the ACT, being a groupie for his non-existent band freshman year, good poems and bad, Happy Gilmore and Billy Madison jokes, the many trips to Best Buy, shopping at Old Navy, being fellow contest winners, jammin' on our guitars in the Moraine Valley hallway, talking for hours, his elbows, meeting Jimmy Eat World together, our crazy car chase w/me going 80mph down 111th, his visits to the bank to see me and of course check out if I worked w/any hot girls, frantically searching for a music store that sold guitar strings an hour before the first day of our guitar class, the freshman class trip to Great America (specifically the bus-ride home), the countless numbers of turtles he's given or drawn me, the many notes written back and forth throughout high school, having his psycho-stalkers hate me because we were always together in the hallway, planning a trip to Presto's Pizza that never happened (mostly because they changed the name before we got the chance to go), random emails that were so sweet in their simplicity, leisurely visits to his house just talking, looking at pictures, watching TV, etc., all the times when he would convince me of something only for me to later find out he was just joking, that smile, that laugh, that hair. He was always there when I needed him and always knew how to make me feel better.

Sam brought so much to my life. He introduced me to Pepe's and chili con queso. He introduced me to guitar. He introduced me to Q101 when I was all about B96. He proved to me and everyone else that a guy and a girl can be just friends.
My senior year of high school, Sam wrote in my yearbook: "Boys come and go, and so do acquaintances, but best friends are forever." You were right, Sam. You've been my best friend for eight years and I know you'll be w/me forever. I miss you so much and look forward to the day I can see you again.