I knew some once. Who was always cheerful And when I was sad he cheered me up and would take my hand and make me smile when I was sad. He was like my brother and was one of my best friends. He told me his problems and I would try to solve them. At least try. Even though now I know I took him for granted. He made fun of me sometimes, but I guess that was his way of making me strong. I smile when I think of him and laugh at all the jokes he's told me while we were in class together. Looking at a picture of him today in my yearbook, reminds me of all the good times and laughs we had together. My brother almost died a few years back and he was one of the people who helped me get through it. He told me he was okay. And he's still alive today. When no one was cheering me on, he was. I moved away and yet, I still took him for granted. Everyone loved him, for he cheered them up as well as he did to me. He's my friend who will be remembered in my heart forever. His name is Cole who survived two days in the hospital staying strong. He died yesterday around two thirty. He passed away from accidental suicide by playing with his gun. Today is birthday. I want you all to know that don't play with guns because your life is on the line when you do. So please don't end up like my friend and be smart.