Prologue

It’s strange how lost a typical week gets when stacked up against an entire year. Years get lost among decades, and decades among a life. Lives become mere placeholders, most of them are remembered by a few people, but a few of them are remembered by many. It’s not about who remembers you, but what they remember you for... I haven’t yet decided what I’ll remember him for.

This is the story of a boy and a man, and everything in between.