Sandor

Sandor was the first boy that really, really kissed me. We were 14.

He became what we called "my imaginary friend" about , when 5 years ago through the magic of the internet we found eachother again. We talked about everything, helped eachother through the biggest heartbreaks of our lives, pepped eachother up, and developed the habit of talking every morning on his way to catch the bus to work. I have probably talked on the phone more with him than any person I have ever known, hours and hours through remodeling and studio time, toe nail painting and wine drinking, morning coffees, dog walking and late nights buried under covers.

I thank God that the last words we spoke to eachother were "I love you."

Sandor Benczedi. Rest in Peace my dear friend. I love you.