I don't even know where to start. Shaun has been my friend for as long as I have memories. We met on our street as kids at something ridiculous like 5 or 6 years old. We became life long friends immediately. I’ve not yet been able to really process or grieve. How do you even quantify the experiences in 38ish years of friendship: bike rides, pizza, Pepsi, sleep overs, pool days, tree forts, construct airplanes, Halloween shenanigans, grunge and metal, Metallica tees, guitar and bass lessons, lifting weights, playing soccer, looking for pretty girls at Canobie Lake, high school, first job together at MB, weddings, etc. a life time of growing up and experiences, all just memories to reflect on now. Shaun was more a brother than a friend. Shaun was unendingly kind, always positive and funny, mischievous but played by the rules. He was a wonderful father in every way you can imagine. He had terrible taste in Chinese food, but knew a good wing when he found it. A penchant for swords and beer steins, but I swear he loved that avocado green Buick station wagon more than if it were a Ferrari. I’ll forever cherish every memory, but right now I can’t believe my friend, my brother, is gone.