On July 1, 2010, the single worst of my life took place. My best friend, Larry Hurt, passed away right before my eyes. I was most shocking, terrible thing that I have ever seen. I want that sight out of my mind. I want it gone. Now. Please, God, take this memory away from me. I have never known such pain.

am starting to get over this pain, but it takes time. I have surrounded myself with friends and loved ones. I am making it back to work. I am able to focus on things besides my grief. And there are times, still today, three weeks later, that I still cry. I should not be ashamed to say it. Humans have an amazing capacity to feel and share emotion.

Larry was so many things to me, and I confided everything in him. He was my best friend, keeping many of my secrets. I must admit, I’ve shared things with him that I’ve never told another soul on this planet, including my bride. He was my father, when mine chooses not to be a part of my life. He was my spiritual mentor.

He taught me that there is so much beauty in this world. He taught me that there is beauty in the people around us. Larry taught me that we are all remarkable people; we all will leave an impact. Larry is still teaching me, even as I write this.

He also taught me that when we mourn, God mourns with us.

Of my biggest regrets, I never told Larry how I felt about him. Everyone I speak with says, “Jarrett, Larry knew.” I know he knew. But there’s a difference when you say it. In the four years that I knew him, the right moment for one person to say to another, “I love you,” never came up.

I miss you, Larry.