Randy Rivera was born on December 13th, 1990 in Japan, the city is unknown to me. This is where I met Randy. We went to the same Elementary. As any kid will know, friends come easy, when at a young age, but keeping a friend since the 4th grade takes a great deal of work and it was surprisingly easy. Especially with Randy. But growing up in Hario/Sasebo meant that you knew almost everyone who went to your school. 'Cept for the younger kids. And it's easy to remember that Randy was never an enemy to anyone, well, maybe to the teachers, but weren't we all. Randy and I went to the same Middle/High School as well. I left at the end of our 9th grade year and bid farewell to all my friends there. Including Randy. But we all stayed close. And we talked since 2005, keeping in touch with each other. Everyone. So when word got out that Randy died, on December 11th, 2008, a chain broke out. Phone calls, texts, emails, messages, comments, etc. And it eventually got to me. They found him dead in his apartment with an extension chord wrapped around his neck. No one knows if it was suicide or murder, but the one thing that's certain is that he will be missed. The shock must have kept me from crying, but now I know truly that he's gone. We love you Randy. We miss you too. I miss you bro. RIP.
