What I mostly said up there was "thank you." I felt like I needed to thank him for being in my life when he didn't have to, I needed to thank him for the good memories, for genuinely caring about me and treating me like his own and for letting him know that I'm grateful for the time he spent and for the memories he gave me during his time here. I took a break to hold back the tears even though my voice was shaking with a mix of nervousness and sadness. The next thing I shared with them was a memory of my fifth grade graduation when he gave me a little black Chihuahua dog who became my best friend. After my reflection I looked at the crowd and felt a sense of