14 years; FOURTEEN YEARS since you’ve been gone. 14 years since I have got to see your smile, hear your laugh, get advice from you at 2 am, ride around and do donuts with you in your mustang in the church parking lot, joyriding around in the middle of the night, going to DC’s in a car full of 10 people but made for 6. 14 years since I have seen your name pop up on my phone, since I have felt your bear hug, or felt you wipe away a tear that I cried over some stupid boy. Oh Mark, there hasn’t been a day where I haven’t missed you or thought about you. Your smile could light up a room. How I would do anything to see that smile again….