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Sunday.December.15.2002

At the beginning of last summer, a couple of us were at the beach real late, it was probably around six at night. Justin was tracing his famous "Wenis Mc-feel-me" in the sand, and we were just sitting around, taking some pictures, and having a good time. We all started to have a sandfight. At one point, Ian just completely tackled J$ in the sand, he put piles of sand in Justin's mouth, haha he was SO mad! It was really funny just to watch them, Ian was always so spontaneous and funny. We all miss him so much. I hope everyone thinks of Ian the next time they see someone with a mouth full of sand, I know I will!

-KateA

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The meaning of Success

Friday.December.13.2002

Because You Have Lived: To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; to leave the world a little better; whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is the meaning of success. -Ralph Waldo Emerson

-Anon2

When I pass on...

Wednesday.December.11.2002

This is a poem that we found in a book at Taras house-it can be really helpful When I Pass On When I pass on, I hope to leave behind Not worldly things for some unworthy hands. But graceful mem'ries in the heart and mind Of fellowmen to whom I have been kind. For life is given us to mold a way Of Happiness for others we have known- Unselfish and true, from day to day. To help them bear their burdens as we may. There is no death for those of us who know that what we do in life lives on and on; We reap, the Good Book says, just as we sow; Let's plant our seeds of love before we go. When I pass on, I want no grief, my dears, no sadness in the hearts of those I've loved; I would but feel that in this world of tears I've helped to dry a few throughout the years. -J.P.F.

-molls

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yet another rec story

Wednesday.December.11.2002

the first time i met ian was at the rec, around thanksgiving, last year. i went outside to get some air and saw a bunch of kids standing around in the post office parking lot. i saw a couple people i knew there so i went over to say hi. when i got closer i noticed that the kids were all much bigger then me (big surprise) and that i didnt know many of them (i mean i'd seen some of them on the beach and knew names)...well anyways, i was about to turn around when someone said "hi maddy" so i went to say hi. when i got there ian said, "are you katie's sister?". When i said yes he said that he didnt know katie had a sister and that i should hang out with them at the gazeebo (good times)i couldnt that night but we had the whole rest of the summer to become friends....but we became more then that...he was my big brother...he introduced me to the best people i've ever known and the people that i will always love...and for that and many more things i love him and will never forget him....

-mads

remembering..

Wednesday.December.11.2002

I don't really know how to describe all the time I've spent with Ian. We had happy times, hillarious times, times of sadness, times I'll never forget. In everything I do now, seeing I'm still living on Block Island, I'm reminded of the one person who touched my heart. Ian, he was the greatest person I think I've ever met in my entire life. He had the greatest outlook on life, always happy, always smiling, and of course, always laughing. I'll never forget his laugh. I remember the parties at the Gazebo, the endless Wednesday nights my senior year in high school with Kara, Ian, Steve and Giles. I'll never forget the drives, the laughs, just the moments where Ian and I could look at each other and just start laughing, about really nothing at all. I'm not going to deny that I'm still recovering from this, I'm not going to hide that I still cry everyday. I miss him more than I can put into words. But I know that he's up there, looking down on us all. I miss you more than you'll ever know, Ian and I love you more than you'll ever get to see. I know that eventually we'll all get a chance to be in his presence, but for now, don't let his memory fade. Keep his spirit alive in EVERYTHING you do. Because you know he would be doing it for all of us if the situations were reversed. I miss you hun and love you more and more as each day passes.....

-alimar327

when I can't sleep

Tuesday.December.10.2002

As I am sure most all of you know, some nights you just can't seem to sleep, and so you get online, and go to this website, and remember the good times, by reading other peoples stories. Ian meant so much to so many of us and we are all very lucky to have known him. I can't understand why this happened, but sometimes life likes to throw a curve ball at you and watch how you react to it. We all have each other and in each other, we all have our special moments with Ian. There is one thing that is common in all of our different memories and that is the fact that with Ian came laughter, the type of laughter that is contagious to everyone around. Some days it is so hard to realize he is gone, but you just have to sit and think for a minute, and realize that he isn't really gone, he is miles away, up in heaven, telling someone else a joke, playing a new song to someone else, making new friends, and spreading his laughter and love to the angels. We will all see you again Ian, until then, know that we love you and miss you down here.

-SaraSprague

mikes wardrobe

Monday.December.09.2002

One night Ian and myself slept at tracy and Mollys house. The next day Tracy went out to pick up Molly from work, so naturally we had to find something to do, so we decided to hit up Mikes room and try on some cloathing, seeming as Ian was almost like a women when it came to fashion. We ended up trying on a variety of his cloathing until we were satisfied with what we were wearing. The thing that stands out in my mind was the shirt he was wearing, i cant even describe it, this shirt definded the 80's. This memory of Ian will always stick with me along with so many others.

-mkh42286

Just chillin......

Monday.December.09.2002

This isn't a funny story or moment, but lately i've been thinking a lot about ian..and i can't seem to forget how we could hang out whenever..doing nothing (lol). I remember just last year he would give me a ride to baseball practices and sometimes we would show up way too early. So, i would convince him to let me drive around before everybody showed up. He always said sure, and i would take the wheel and drive around the west side like a nut, without a license, without much practice either. But, it was fun, just chilling, just hanging out, talking about life and whatever was on our minds. I could always do that with ian, we were always real with each other. When i asked him something, i could tell when he was trying to be nice or not...haha...so i always had to drag it out of him. I also remember that we could be exactly alike and sometimes completely different. Like how me and him always agreed that britney spears just looked really hot because of the make-up but she isn't really that hot in real life(and she's not, don't even deny it, haha, me and ian win on that one..haha...two points bro). But, then he always mentioned Cristina Aguilera, and i always said Hell NO!..haha, and he would make that "Oh, c'mon" sound he always made with the laugh. I didn't realize how much my life would change, but it sure has. To me the island has kind of calmed down and its not the same as it used to be. I could always count on calling him up whenever i needed something to do...or someone to talk to about anything. He was my best friend and like family to me, and i know he was like that with a lot of people. He didn't have any enemies and he could get along with almost anybody. He was a funny guy, i remember one time everyone telling me how he had Hacksaw (townbum) get down on one knee and propose to him. I think someone has a picture of that too. I still miss him so much that it hurts to talk about it, but i know he wants me to get better, i can feel it. Miss you and Love You Bro! I will see you Later!

-kiko2535

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