It must have been one of the best things about growing up next door to the Frierson family... My friend Benji. He smiled a lot, laughed a lot, talked a lot, and played around with me a lot. Moving away and going to school meant I wouldn't get to walk to the park with a friend or meet up at path we had made in the trees between our houses. But it would mean leaving, knowing my little brother and friend might not be there because it would be his turn to go away to school and make new friends, who would love him as much as everyone of us. It was just days ago, my dad called me to ask me when was the last time I saw Benji. I had been looking at pictures of us playing around in the backyard. I thought of looking him up on facebook but I thought I might as well stop by the house. My favorite thoughts of knowing the family have stayed with me and I guess the wonderful smiling faces were just so close to my heart that I waited too long. I am heartbroken over what this means to your family. My families prayers are with yours always.