It is widely known, the tragedy that swept over West Forsyth High School. Last Friday, the boy who I would call the heart and soul of West Forsyth spirit passed away under heartbreaking circumstances.

This is an extremely sensitive subject, but his death is not going to be too much of my discussion. I would rather celebrate his 17 years of power than to mourn over his seemingly haunting death. By no means is it against any sort of rule to grieve, but I saw my student body come together this past week more than I’ve seen us come together for any home football game. It was personally very moving and I’m sure to many of his other close friends, seeing all of these people supporting him was moving to them as well.

Let me just say thank you first.

Logan,

You were one of my first friends here, and we became very close in that painfully awkward transition into high school. We took broadcasting together, and almost immediately, I recognized your talent. Being able to do that final project with you was an honor. Meeting Chicken the cockatoo, meeting your mom, getting coffee from that fancy coffee machine of yours, strolling the abyss of Polo and finally reaching that dew-covered field where we would watch the sunrise before filming our haphazard film all meant the world to me. Even through the scorching hot days and our crunched amount of time, and even though you kept filming and got eight minutes of footage after messing up a shot, it was one of the best memories I have of freshman year.

Once I left the broadcasting department, I couldn’t help but be proud of you and seeing you grow in that talent. I never ceased to be inspired by you. And though junior year, we grew apart, I continued adoring the life you were living.

I am certainly not the only one who feels this way. Many people are remembering you and loving you still. All over every form of social media I share with our peers, I see pictures of you with groups who adore you. All of these people are people you impacted. You added color to gray days, my friend. From a young age you treated people like they meant something, and as humans, that’s all we want. You did that to absolutely every single person you met. You were so strong and so brave. Even though you began to see more grays than you did colors, I just wanted to let you know that you continue to be a strong presence among the student body.

I sincerely hope that you found the peace you’ve been seeking. You fought long and hard. Of course, many of us would love to see you again, but I can guarantee that many will agree when I say that I do hope that wherever you happen to be, there is never-ending love. I hope you find people and make them smile like you did all of us, and I hope you dance and laugh and, most importantly, you truly live.

We will all see you again one day. Much love from the students of West Forsyth, and much love from me. Rest in power and keep on smiling.