It was normal encounters. Saying hi in class. Talking about his goals. Helping us in math. Telling us jokes and making us laugh until our abs hurt. The last conversation I had with him was about how excited he was for his new job as a soccer coach for little kids.
His life was taken away from us last night due to someone’s reckless and selfish decision to drink and drive.
He was 18. He had dreams. He was a college student, a godfather, an uncle to niece, a brother, a best friend, a classmate, a coworker. And it was taken away because of a fucking drunk driver.
Class was lonely without you today. Silence filled the classroom, and we stared at your empty seat and felt broken and confused and shocked.
I’m grateful for the time I knew you. You were sweet, funny, kind, and overall someone I will never forget.
Rest In Peace, Agi.