"Things change"... As if this would make things allright. They often repeat these claims before one has a chance to disagree. It seems that nothing will ever be the same again. Things usually aren't. There are things that must pass between two people at a time like this that cannot be placed into neat little sentences with proper punctuation. All those words lined up into sentences and organized into paragraphs cannot begin to reveal those things communicated in glances, extended hand shakes, and glasses of beer held high, shared in common brotherhood. As a friend travels into the west to follow those dreams that only he could have dreamed, we once again raise our glasses above our heads, high for the world to see, and shout above the masses a parting toast for thee.