I just started seeing Nick senior year. He was in three of my classes and we hit it off from the start. I knew him from baseball and basketball but never any further than that. We hung out almost evryday, riding our bikes or driving around in my truck. He always made me laugh even if it was about myself. I miss him every day and every time in drive my truck, I just wish i could have one more bike ride with him again . 
  • I vividly remember the day after the accident. I had quit smoking black and milds, the miniature cigars, a few weeks before, but could not resist buying one before visiting the tree. As soon as I arrived I lit the black and mild and slowly trudged to the tree, hoping that what I had heard the night before was only a rumor, and that there would be no chunk of bark missing from that massive tree. As I reached the tree I noticed people that I have never spoke to before, but had seen in the halls of MOHS. Everyone was silent. We all stood there in a circle and did not say a word for minutes that seemed like days. Unexpectedly a women approached and told all of us to join hands while she said a prayer. I'm not very religious so this was a new experience to me. After the prayer with these random strangers we all unlocked hands and made eye contact. Tears encompassed our eyes. I do not know if those strangers feel the same way as I do; however, I felt linked to these people. I felt like we all shared a moment of recollection of a great person. Each and everyone of us had our own memories with Nick, but this memory was all of ours. A circle of strangers uniting for Nick. We all stood around the tree for at least an hour and my cigar was nearing it's end. I stomped it out and to this day, have not touched a single black and mild and I thank Nick for that. In a way he saved my life. 
  • Thank you Nick for being a great friend to us all. We will never forget you.
.....Call me by the old familiar name.
Speak of me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. 
Henry Scott-Holland ​
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