Josh Piver was 24, young and full of life and my friend. I laugh out loud and am sometimes brought to tears when I think about him. I first saw Josh, devilishly handsome and shy, about my first week at UVM. We became part of a close group of friends, and we knew from the start the friendships would outlast our experiences in Vermont. I was cautious at first because of his laid-back nature, but later, when we had become more familiar, I told him how I had felt. Josh's quiet intelligence inspires me. I have a picture with Josh that is now peeling apart at the corners and bowed to the shape of my back pocket. I take it out and show people. This is my friend, I say.
Catharine Pear, friend
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