11/11/11Spencer Ryan Webster
"A Heart So Big, God Couldn't Let It Live"
I still remember the day we met.
My freshman year. Hawk Hall. I was wearing my favorite shirt. Black Label fire with the words "Feel No Pain". I looked across the people infested hallway to lock eyes with you. Wearing your favorite shirt. Sporting the Black Label fire with the words "Feel No Pain". The hatred on both sides was almost as intense as your ginger hair.
Little did I know then that I just stared down the man that would become an immense example to me and my best friend.
Spence, the memories are endless. Literally endless. Since I got the call this morning my mind has been jumping from thought to happy thought. Riding in the back of Becky's minivan on the way home from JBev's eagle project, having that infernal Singles Ward soundtrack blaring. And secretly knowing every word. Broadcasting, making a mockery of all things related to school news. We were kings with those videos. Home town heroes. The Summer School Crew. Rollin in that intrepid, screaming all sorts of random songs. SPASKETTI! WHY'S IT UPSIDE DOWN? Like Nadia said, you were the first friend with a drivers license. And man will I miss driving around listening to music. You always had impeccable taste in music and style. You introduced me to some of my favorite bands. Sitting on the old abandoned overpass, talking about God, politics, chicks, and everything in between. You were always the enlightened one. Showing me movies that absolutely blew my mind, aka Fight Club. Just to name the first. I love our mutual love for literature. Starbucks and B&N, a glorious combination to begin our pontification sessions. Always ending in a hot tub and QT run. Haha dude I shouldn't laugh but remember when you got jumped out back of that place? We were all so pissed. Effing Mesa d-bags. VEGAS. That trip...geez...that trip changed everything. Its what started it all. Sitting in willi's basement eating cookies. Taco Tuesday. Siting by the fire with our guitars. Finding out that we were almost cousins. The Black Orb. Damn those white robe assassins. Michael Buscaglia. KEN JAMES! Giving each other our house keys. Duct taping! Running through your neighborhood from that crazed black man. Flagstaff camping in that champion of a truck of yours. The way you said 'well'. Our nerd speak. You're one of the only people that wrote me my whole mission through. I'm sorry I couldn't get over there with ya again. That might be my biggest regret. Your bear hugs that we all loved so much.
I could go on forever.
In my heart you will.
Everyone loved you. And I mean Loved You. I don't think you have an enemy anywhere.
You were always there when I needed you and always there when I didn't. You were a friend for all seasons.
You inspire me. Your love of life, your open mind, your open heart. You were a bright light in a dark world, always making it easier to see.
You lived the dream.
I love ya, buddy. Continue asking questions. You'll find the answers.
I'll miss you, Spence.
Keep the fire stoked for me up there, we'll find a hot tub when they let me in.
The end of our last conversation?
Me: "Make it good."
You: "Make it better."
Story of your life.
My freshman year. Hawk Hall. I was wearing my favorite shirt. Black Label fire with the words "Feel No Pain". I looked across the people infested hallway to lock eyes with you. Wearing your favorite shirt. Sporting the Black Label fire with the words "Feel No Pain". The hatred on both sides was almost as intense as your ginger hair.
Little did I know then that I just stared down the man that would become an immense example to me and my best friend.
Spence, the memories are endless. Literally endless. Since I got the call this morning my mind has been jumping from thought to happy thought. Riding in the back of Becky's minivan on the way home from JBev's eagle project, having that infernal Singles Ward soundtrack blaring. And secretly knowing every word. Broadcasting, making a mockery of all things related to school news. We were kings with those videos. Home town heroes. The Summer School Crew. Rollin in that intrepid, screaming all sorts of random songs. SPASKETTI! WHY'S IT UPSIDE DOWN? Like Nadia said, you were the first friend with a drivers license. And man will I miss driving around listening to music. You always had impeccable taste in music and style. You introduced me to some of my favorite bands. Sitting on the old abandoned overpass, talking about God, politics, chicks, and everything in between. You were always the enlightened one. Showing me movies that absolutely blew my mind, aka Fight Club. Just to name the first. I love our mutual love for literature. Starbucks and B&N, a glorious combination to begin our pontification sessions. Always ending in a hot tub and QT run. Haha dude I shouldn't laugh but remember when you got jumped out back of that place? We were all so pissed. Effing Mesa d-bags. VEGAS. That trip...geez...that trip changed everything. Its what started it all. Sitting in willi's basement eating cookies. Taco Tuesday. Siting by the fire with our guitars. Finding out that we were almost cousins. The Black Orb. Damn those white robe assassins. Michael Buscaglia. KEN JAMES! Giving each other our house keys. Duct taping! Running through your neighborhood from that crazed black man. Flagstaff camping in that champion of a truck of yours. The way you said 'well'. Our nerd speak. You're one of the only people that wrote me my whole mission through. I'm sorry I couldn't get over there with ya again. That might be my biggest regret. Your bear hugs that we all loved so much.
I could go on forever.
In my heart you will.
Everyone loved you. And I mean Loved You. I don't think you have an enemy anywhere.
You were always there when I needed you and always there when I didn't. You were a friend for all seasons.
You inspire me. Your love of life, your open mind, your open heart. You were a bright light in a dark world, always making it easier to see.
You lived the dream.
I love ya, buddy. Continue asking questions. You'll find the answers.
I'll miss you, Spence.
Keep the fire stoked for me up there, we'll find a hot tub when they let me in.
The end of our last conversation?
Me: "Make it good."
You: "Make it better."
Story of your life.
(A Few Video Memories of My Best Friend.)
til we meet again
Bohemian Rhapsody brings back so many memories. Thanks for sharing these.
ReplyDeleteTons of memories. This is beautiful. Thanks Chad.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful walk down memory lane with your best friend! I loved the skookie parties in my basement...and the video screenings. I was just thinking about Bohemian R. the other day and remembering rolling on the floor laughing at/with you guys. You are so right....everyone loves Spencer. Me too! Thanks Chad!
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