I met Duane when I was 15. We grew up around each other and become dear friends. He could always make me smile even on my darkest days. He had the kindest blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. He love to be with his friends. I am a better person for knowing him. He loved to make me laugh and loved even more to make me mad. He said I was prettier when I was mad. Duane was 9 days older than me and he reminded me of this constantly. He would tell me that I had to listen to him because he was older than me. I would tell him, I look awful today, and he always said the same thing, you don't look awful, I have seen you when you wake up and that’s awful. I have so many great memories. Its funny how when someone passes we realize its not the big things in life we remember, its all the small ones that mean the most.