You lived a great life and I can see that from the people before me. Why did they take a great soul to God? I guess we'll never get answers, and into the vagueness we'll stare. I no longer want answers because nothing could make this nightmare fair. To the people you left behind, your memory will never be forgotten. And as a sign of our affection, these are our tears, a lot of them. I can't ease the pain and I can't bring a smile to your wife. Just know somewhere out in heaven, you are now living your new life. We wish we could bring you back and that the terrorism did no harm. You were an innocent human, kind, witty, possessing this boyish charm. I still remember the days at Rutgers, or the days chilling in Somerset. From the big bread fight, to the B-Ball tournament, where we all burned a sweat. I can't see this every happening to someone so wonderful, someone so kind. And being a newlywed, you had many dreams that still needed your attention. I wish I could have taken your place, so all these people wouldn't have to mourn. Reality is much harder, when it's filled with sorrow. The dreams were much better, when we sat thinking about tomorrow. Now that day is even further, the day we will once again meet. Until that day, to you, no other will ever compete. I need to finally say my farewell, but it's never a goodbye. I'll see you one day, but for now, I can only cry.
Mickey Virdi, friend