Today is the 3 year anniversary of the death of Scott Cullen, one of the best damn people I ever knew.

Growing up, we were in every class together grades K-5, during my time in elementary school he got me involved in sports and introduced me to a wonderful thing called Hockey. He was also on my team from when we were in squirts all the way to Bantam A. While we were in middle school, I got involved in football and me and him were placed on the same line defense every year throughout middle school. On weekends, we'd sometimes go off-roading with his ATV's or Snowmobiles depending on the weather.

Freshman year, we started playing on the Freshman A team, we weren't the best football team in the world but we gave it our best. Then in April, after he was done wrestling when he fell ill to mononucleosis and had to quit playing. They thought it would pass over in a few weeks, but it got worse as time progressed. It got so bad that he had to be admitted into the hospital in Urgent Care and he couldn't leave for school. We visited him everyday and gave him get well gifts/cards, etc.

2 days before he fell into a coma, he told me that if he was going to die, that he was ready to accept death and meet the lord. After I had left the hospital, I started crying and I cried myself to sleep. I didn't want him to die, he was a big part of not only my life, but everyone else around him.

2 days later, he fell into a coma and 2 weeks later, he died from complications of mononucleosis at 7:35 PM. I was over at a friends house when all of a sudden his g/f, who was with us, got a call on her cellphone. Her eyes got all teary and her face turned red. She then started crying and hung up the phone, I didn't even have to figure out what happened. We started crying and holding each other.

His funeral was held 5 days later, I spoke to the audience about how Scott changed my life as well as everyone else who met him. I told them to remember what he did for you and how he touched your life. While I was saying this, I was doing a bad job at holding back my tears.

Scott, you had a huge impact on who I am today. You are the reason that I am who I am today.

R.I.P. Scott Cullen

March 13, 1987 - July 27, 2002