Good-Bye, Rocket

High school is a funny time. You spend three short years making friends and memories you think about for the rest of your life. Today I learned of the passing of one of my good friends from high school, Rocky Berrichoa. He was better known to me as Rocket, or Foxy Roxy. I was better known to him as Lyns-Bum. Rocky and I didn't keep in touch much after high school, although I have thought about him often. Just recently, we reconnected through Facebook. I was so sad to hear of the loss of such an incredible person. Rocket was one of the sweetest guys I knew. He was kind, gentle, thoughtful, and so much fun. I have so many memories with him--Hanging out at each other's houses and other friends' houses, going to Woody's and Target, making him a rocket birthday cake, and picking him up and driving around in my mini van, just to name a few. But mostly I remember the countless hours we spent hanging out at my house--either in a big group, or just me and him. As I can't sleep tonight, I've been going through old yearbooks and pictures, and it brings back floods of great memories of a time with Rocky and great friends. Sometimes I wish I could go back to those days. Rocket, I always had a soft place in my heart for you, and I always will. Thanks for the memories. I love you, and I will always remember you. Benji, me and Rocket at our 2001 high school graduation