A few weeks ago I just played the last show with a good friend of mine. I’m really going to miss seeing him back there grimacing and making all manner of weird faces. I’m going to miss throwing Skittles and Combos bags at him during a song to make him angry. I’m going to miss watching History channel shows with him, playing poker, getting coffee, and a myriad of other things. But I’m also happy to see him go. He made a choice to follow God’s call in spite of being in a comfortable situation and having the guarantee of a steady paycheck. He’s courageous, genuine, loyal, passionate, and I know he’ll succeed at what he puts his hand to.

I’m sad to see you go, Dave, but I’m excited for what’s in store for you.

Love you, dude.