Today marks nine years since the dorm fire at Seton Hall that claimed the life of a dear friend, John Giunta. It's hard to believe so much time has passed since that terrible day, how much has changed and how much is still the same. It's not something I often talk about, but it was an experience that really changed me.
John was a kind, gentle-hearted person who wanted to be a teacher and help kids with special needs. He was goofy, smart, family-oriented and played the trumpet. He would have been gone far and I'm thankful to have had him in my life even for only two years.
Sometimes while gazing at the stars, I've felt his presence and it always makes me smile. As always, you're gone but not forgotten.
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