I lost my dear friend Kyle 3 years ago this week, he was only 26. I met Kyle while he was in high school and needed a bone marrow transplant. Long story short, we found out we lived just a few blocks apart. We formed a very special bond starting the same year My wife and I got married.

Kyle was a regular at our house for many years. We loved having him over for NFL, WWE, college basketball or going out to movies. I was able to share many special moments with Kyle, such as a Dallas Cowboys game, Wichita Thunder games and lots of WWE wrestling. Losing him was more than losing a friend, I lost a little brother. We considered ourselves brothers, most of his text’s start with “hey bro”…wow I miss those texts. Kyle was born with epidermolysis bullosa and was diagnosed with cancer shortly before his passing.

My last moment with Kyle was in his hospice room during a Dallas Cowboys vs Kansas City Chiefs game. The Cowboys won an exciting game and I was blessed to have that as our last moment together. He was special to my whole family; telling My daughter he was gone was very painful. I had to wait over a week before I could hold it together. We all loved him dearly. I am so thankful that God put Kyle in our lives for our 8-year friendship. This kid was an amazing human being with a great heart. He had every disadvantage life could throw at him yet fought hard until the very end. He was always looking forward. I learned so much from our friendship and used it to grow to be a better man. The time I was able to spend with Kyle was a gift from God. Miss ya pal