Duncan Wallace

Duncan, man. I knew I was hurt, but it didn't hit me so hard until today. The whole ride to the cemetery was full of nothing but memories. You in the back seat of Ashley's Jetta, just because you wanted to ride with us to have something to do. Four wheeler riding down Old Dairy, knowing good and well we weren't suppose to be on the road. Night adventures in the fields out there. Playing hide and seek with Gators and Four wheeler's all along those dirt roads. Ashley and Jasmine have always been more than just best friends to me. With that, I came to love you and all of the family just the same. Your stuck in my head as that little boy with the over grown hair, storming away because Jazz wouldn't let you participate with us. The little boy who would run back and tell his mama everything we did that we weren't suppose to be doing. I miss those days. The simpler days, when you were still here, and even though you got on our nerves I wouldn't change those memories for anything. I love you so much!