I was the only to receive a letter. The speech I gave at his funeral was one of the worst heart breaking moments of my entire life and I'll never feel sadness like that ever again. I broke out sobbing. my bestfriend had to hold me while i finished reading what i had written down. I'm the only one still alive from our small group of 3. I remember the day he dyed his dreads hot pink and got bullied for "being gay" at school. He looked at me that same day and told me something along the lines of "you see all of these people judging me for a colour? They follow along with society's gender rules. I love you because you're not like them. Despite me acting dumb and doing things that don't align with stereotypes, you stay by my side no matter how many slurs and insults they call me." Ever since that day I made sure I wouldn't judge anyone for anything. He was such a good guy.