Man where do I even begin. It’s been 4 years man and I keep missing you every year. You were like the older brother I never had. Always making sure to check up on me or my mom or sister, Wyatt you were a special one. I just wish you would’ve reached out for help when possible. You had talked to my mom and sister not even a few hours before it all happened, saying that you were living the high life about to join up with the marines. Then you checked up on me after the game. That was the part that had got me the most, it’s that we had no idea what the next few hours had in store for us. I miss you everyday Wyatt Scott, everyone does. Fly high man and fuck suicide, never be afraid to reach out.