The last paragraph is especially poignant:
He always had a smile. But when I disagreed with him or when I had a conflict
with him he would always be there to talk it out. There were never any hard
feelings. Kent had a way of making you feel that he was your best friend in the
world. Maybe he was mine. Of course he was. I miss him so badly I can hardly
stand it. It feels impossible to go on without him.
Most of us here can empathize with that feeling of emptiness, a void in this world without Kent Snyder.