At school, Blake was one of the class clowns. Everything Blake said in class made me smile or laugh, even when they weren’t intended to. But that was all different when I watched him play tennis. Normally, when I would watch an amazing tennis player play, I would feel intimidated and in awe of them. This feeling was even greater when I would watch Blake play tennis. There was such a big difference between the trickster I saw at school, and the focused perfection of Blake when he was on the court. I was never in his group at clinics nor do I remember hitting with him at all before just a week or so before his death. We only had one rally, and I couldn’t help but notice that he was making an effort to go easy on me while I was trying my very best. Before we hit, I gave him this look that said “why am i hitting with you? you’re way too good!” and then he gave me this gorgeous smile. I can still envision it in my mind and I know that I will never forget it. Blake, the last time you smiled at me will be imprinted in my mind forever. I really miss your presence in class and on the tennis court, and I look forward to see you again someday, where death will never be able to separate us.