While Henry’s death brought a lot of pain and grief to myself and many of my friends, I wouldn’t know and love the people that I do if it never happened. I can’t count the number of nights after his passing that my friends and I would get together with Susan and Docca and just talk to each other. We would share stories of all kinds, the good and the bad, share music, laugh our asses off, and then finish it off with a good pizza or stew. If it hadn’t been for those nights I would never have gotten over henrys death. We were each other’s saviors. I wouldn’t feel comfortable going to anyone else to talk to about the types of things that we did together. Henry’s community, the people he knew, the people who were involved in said stories; they are the ones who got me through. I believe that is the same for all the others who knew him. The people that were always there to talk and share stories are now my best friends and some of the only kids/people that I have kept in contact with after I graduated. In times of tragedy such as that, choose to talk with your community first because it might be the best decision and friends that you’ve ever made.