Four years, and counting. I can remember exactly how my May 12th played out in 2004. I remember that it was a beautiful day in Boston. I was wrapping up classes at Northeastern and thought that hopefully Cailean was sitting outside enjoying the day as well. I went to bed unusually early that night, even by my standards. And most of all, I remember Matt waking me up in a gentle voice and knowing immediately what happened.

I hope this May 12th finds all of his friends and family at a happy and healthy place in life. He would’ve wanted nothing less…
Rest in peace, Cailean.