The lake was our vacation spot. We would go camping here every summer with the family. I remember the time when you tried setting up the tent and you just needed one last knot and down it came because of the wind. We couldn’t stop laughing at you scram inside trying to escape. It was always such an amazing time being out here with you. We would wake board, fish, throw rocks and just be ourselves. The last time we were here, I can help but wonder why you decided to end it all. Everything was going great, or so I thought. You were about to marry Katie later that fall. You had a baby on the way and amazing career that could have supported two families if you needed. I just don’t understand why. I still cry myself to sleep at times picturing how I found you. I woke up and couldn’t find you, thinking you went to grab a few more cases of drinks for the evening, I went for a morning swim. I accidentally kicked your head when swimming out. I didn’t know if was your head at the time, when I looked down, I saw you floating, motionless with your arms floating by your side. Your hair looked so sleek like it was floating in epoxy resin. Completely thrown from I what I saw, I forgot that you were actually under water. I panicked and tried grabbing to pull you up, but I couldn’t. The weight of the stone you picked was holding you down by your ankles. I resurfaced and called the authorities. I sat there crying knowing I wouldn’t be able to talk to you again. All those summers we had together talking about the girls we dated and the crazy night we had, gone. Katie no longer had a future husband, Issac, the name of your unborn child will never meet his father. How could you be so selfish? I was angry for a long while. Until I realized being angry wasn’t doing me much of anything. I began coming out here every year to remember the good times. I wish you would have talked to me. We good have figured something out. I kiss you my friend. Rest in peace.