Then a week or two later I picked up the phone to call him as I regularly did and it just rang, and I realized he would never be on the other end of the line again. That is when it hit me. His loss is truly the deepest sadness in my heart. The only thing that counters it is the joy we both shared in the times we had together. We laughed our asses off, we talked about everything under the sun, and he was one of the first people to tell me about me, and helped me understand myself, as he had known me since I was a baby and back then he was already a teenager.