He Had His Caring Family And Loving Girlfriend By His Side...

As if that makes it any better.  I'll never forget the "magical orange juice" at David Uzzell's when we were seniors in high school.  I'll never forget going through customs with him in Peru and hearing the customs woman say to him "Hola Keen" and laughing.  I'll never forget the chicha and him laying in the grass at Saqsaywaman musing aloud "Lee, I wonder what it would be like to die in Peru".  I'll never forget Caraz Borrachero and meeting our guide at 3 am in the middle of the Cordillera.  I'll never forget discovering "te absuelvo" in our Huaraz hotel room.  And of course, there are all of the pictures.  Every time I look at a picture of myself from Peru, I'll know that he was the one who took it.  And even though we hadn't talked in a while, it still stings, just knowing that the person who I shared some of the most formative experiences of my life with is now gone.  Te juro, Quinn.  Te juro.