Long gone, never forgotten.

Dozed off earlier. Had a dream, then woke back up.

A song began to play in my head, a beautiful number by one of my favorite bands.

Train's 'Drops of Jupiter'. Their best ever.

These particular lines tugged especially hard on my heartstrings.

And tell me, did you fall for a shooting star?

One without a permanent scar

And did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there?

The memories came first, then the longing followed suit. Sixteen years is a long time.

You are loved dearly and missed terribly. Not just by me, but by everyone who has had the privilege of knowing you.

Gone too soon, yet never really gone--and most certainly never forgotten. I often wonder how things could have been if you were still here. I'm sure everyone else wonders too.

Rest in peace, Alex Snyder.