Aldo was my best friend. He was there for me during a time of my life when I didn't have many friends. He was somebody that could be trusted, somebody who would be honest with you. I've learned that people like that are extremely rare in this world, and they should be appreciated. Aldo was a person of great intelligence, and of great humility.
I learned much in my time with Aldo. He taught me about patience, and about grace. I struggle with those things, and I often fail. I'm impatient, untactful, antagonistic, and brash. He was, in a word, serene. Or at least, he appeared to be. I was vaguely aware of the sadness he carried, but I tactically turned a blind eye. I didn't care to be bothered with another person's troubles, I considered mine more important. I'll never forgive myself for that.
I'll never really know why he did what he did. All I know is that the world is a worse place for having lost him. He was loved by everyone he met, and I was proud to call him my best friend.
