The summer after I went off to school I talked to Ty on a weekly basis. He was one of my Best friends growing up and one of the few I had kept in contact with once I graduated. When I returned from my summer session at school, I went to a party down in South Tampa. I was stranded when all of my friends left and about 30 minutes from my home. At 1 am the first person I thought to call was Ty. I asked if there was anyway he could get me and without hesitation he drove from Hunters Green all the way to the Palma Ceia area off of Macdill. As we are sputtering down 275 Ty is laughing the whole way, I thought there was no way that his jeep was going to make it. Eventually we get to my exit. Ty, being Ty, misses the turn for my house. He decides that it would be a great time to test out his new jeep. He turns goes to turn around in the field and manages to stick his car in a ditch. He blew the transmission on the Jeep and stuck his car in a ditch all to save me from being stranded 30 minutes from home. That was the type of kid he was. He would go anywhere at the drop of a hat just to be there for a friend in need. I will miss you and so will everyone else. I know the ball flies a little faster in heaven so that 2.1 from home to second may drop a few tenths. Love, Friga