To Jesse's Family
I'm not quite sure, how to express my sympathies, for you loss. I'm struggling to understand myself. It's difficult to lose someone who was special to you, especially if they mean more than they could ever know.
Jesse and I started high school together, we sat near each other all year in Spanish class. Even when I was having my worst days, when I could barely stand to wake up, Jesse would always make me smile, or laugh, especially when I needed it the most.
We ate lunch together, as well, and he would always come up with some random, spontaneous story, that while it was so hilarious, it was hard to follow him, was brilliant at the same time. He was creative, even if he wasn't a Van Gogh, or a Shakespeare.
That's what was wonderful about him, and made him such a good friend. He was one of those people that could make anyone smile, just by saying one word, or making a funny face. He was a caring person too, and while he was silly, there was a tenderness about him.
I moved to Pennsylvania, after our first year of high school, and I remember talking to Jesse online sometimes. It was always good to hear from him, when I couldn't always talk to friends from home. The first time I saw Jesse, when I came back to visit, was at school, when a mutual friend had brought me to come back and see everyone. He seemed so happy to see me, and after the eight hour trip home, to see someone so excited to see me made me feel like it was worth the drive.
Jesse was a wonderful friend, and always will be.