I know that Kainin, Micah and Tim all had a gift that few people in this world will ever have. A spark, an intensity for life, that while brief was extremely bright.In 11 years, not a single day has passed when Micah Mong, Kainin Harter and Tim Kiser are not missed.

Every year I try to come up with something to say, to remember three of the best friends I or anyone could ever ask for.It's been 11 years since they left my parents house that night, never to return. I wanted to go with them, I knew it would be a fun time, as it always was. However, I had someone who asked me not to go, and, for once in my life, I listened, and I never walked out the door to get into my truck. I did however get to see Micah, Kainin and Tim pack into the Honda-Davidson, doing a burnout as they left, one last time.That single decision to not go has haunted me every day since, had I have went like I wanted to, what would have been different? Would one or all of them still be around? Would it have ended like so many other nights where we go out and come back with some crazy story to tell everyone? What if, what could, what would, what is, what will.. will never be.

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