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This week marks the 10-year anniversary of the passing of my dear friend, Jason Hoyt.  He was killed in a car accident at BYU at the age of 23. 

The friendship that we had was one that is hard to describe.  I will be the first to admit that part of our relationship was based on a girlhood crush.  I remember when he and I were crowned Mr and Miss CHS at the end of our Senior Year, I secretly hoped that this was a sign! :)  But, of course, this was not to be.

But more than that, he was like a brother to me.  I believe that our friendship was of an eternal nature – that I had known him before and that our crossing paths was not coincidence.

He introduced me to the Mormon religion and to the faith that I now hold.  But I also think he saw in me something that I had not yet seen in myself.

This young man is difficult to describe – any one who knew him was awed.  He was extra-ordinary in every way.  His death left a hole for his family and friends that can never be filled.

But at the same time, it almost feels natural in a way, because it always seemed that he was too "big" for this earth.

I miss his sense of humor.  I miss his zest for life.  I miss his spiritual insights.  I miss being able to share the joys of my life with him. 

And I look forward to seeing him again someday.  To introducing him to my kids.  To celebrating with him.

Jason and his sister Heather with me and Derek on our wedding day, 1998