I was just reading my old scripts when I came across one that had a character named after my dear friend Mark, who passed away over a year ago. Reading my script gave me goosebumps, as the things I had written about him were scripts that were basically just recreations of our own conversations -he was that funny. He gave me clear cut scenes of gold to use in my work, and when I read back my work I remember the exact conversations we had like I'm physically there.

Reading these scripts, I feel an instant, almost electric feeling in my chest where I remember what type of connection we shared. We were just good friends, but we had a real bond and knack for making each other laugh. He was the first person to make me really feel like I was funny.

He was an absolute comedic genius. A lot of connection was built on our ability to 'rift' with each other and that fact that I was able to do that with him made me realize I might be funny, too. We had inside jokes among inside jokes together, a sheer amount that would make any set of BFFs envious.

It just all came so naturally with him. I read these scenes, and I am so grateful I wrote them. Over time, I've forgotten how real our connection was- but when I read the scenes I instantly remember. It's also a reminder of why I love writing scripts, especially as I embarking on a new stage in my life, I love writing them because they capture the moment, the memories. I can instantly remember the exact scene and run it through my head- it's something of magic.

Mark, I know you are reading this, and buddy I just don't think you realized how talented you were. Reflecting that you are gone from us, it makes me sad because the world lost such a gift, such a light. I'm so grateful to have had you in my life, in the short amount of time we shared you impacted my life in ways that people that have known me forever could never do. Thank you for your friendship, and for your soon to be character in my television pilot.