Today means a lot to me, not only do i help good friends run a great event to get everyone stoked on the impending snow season. But i also get to work on something that is in memory of a dear friend we lost over 3 years ago.
It moves me to discuss the loss, because it shocked me to the core the day we lost Billy. I wasn’t the closest of his inner-circle, but i always had in-depth and meaningful chats with him about the way of the world, about how things were and we always laughed at how strange and unique it all is.
Our common bond wasn’t snowboarding, or surfing as everyone might think – it was that we weirdly had a straight up truth between us. I never lied to him and i feel it was reciprocated. We always hugged it out and my strongest memories are of his adventurous stories captivating a room. his energy was infectious.
As the day passed on and the event went down as one of the best we’ve ever put on, I just wanted to pay a small token of respect to my old friend as i sat at the top of the rail after everyone had left. i thought about him, and i thought about writing this post.
I miss him. And as always – my thoughts are with his family today.

