When I’m away, I will remember how you kissed me under the lamppost back on Sixth street. Hearing you whisper through the phone, ”Wait for me to come home.”
I know a lot of people dread going to work every morning, but my work is playing pretend and doing stunts and screaming. It’s a lot of fun and I get to play dress up. Every day is exciting and different and new and cool. I couldn’t be more grateful.
I am a nice shark. Not a mindless eating machine. If I am to change this image, I must first change myself. Fish are friends, not food.
It’s easy to feel hopeful on a beautiful day like today, but there will be dark days ahead of us, too. There will be days where you feel all alone. And that’s when hope is needed most. No matter how buried it gets, or how lost you feel, you must promise me that you will hold onto hope. Keep it alive. We have to be greater than what we suffer. My wish for you is to become hope. People need that. And even if you fail, what better way is there to live? As we look around here today, at all of the people who helped make us who we are, I know it feels like we’re saying goodbye. But we will carry a piece of each other into everything that we do next, to remind us of who we are. And of who we’re meant to be. I’ve had a great four years with you, and I’ll miss you all very much.