I read Chemish last night. I thought about you of course. And seminary. And how when someone asked you very seriously who you'd pick as your favorite Book of Mormon figure, you said enthusiastically: Chemish! I can't remember if this memory actually happened how I just wrote it. I think it may have happened at lunch. At school. It's just that I always think about seminary, when I think of you yelling CHEMISH! over the concrete at the school courtyard. In the heat. Because it was usually hot. I can't remember who asked you the question. Or what they actually asked.
The main thing is, I feel so lucky to have been you friend. SO LUCKY!