I still remember the day I met my best friend. And I think, I will always remember the day I lost him. When he left this world, my world, he had been part if it for almost half my life. Every clear memory I have of my childhood or my teenager years, he is in them. His death was the hardest thing I had to endure until now. I wanted this story, his story to be noticed. Because his life on this earth was a beautiful gift for me and my family. Because his story is one of many like him. I know he won't have thought all the thoughts I have written, but I am certain that he had felt everything. I...