My best friend Jeff. He's been gone for about five years. We fished all the local rivers together for years, just wading up and down fishing for small mouth bass, perch, whatever was biting. We did as much talking and sitting on the river bank as we did fishing. He was a good man. I periodically dream about walking around a bend in some vaguely familiar river and he's standing there just watching the sun rise. He always seems to be waiting on me. In the dream, his hat is always turned around backwards like he always wore it, his backpack is on his shoulders and he's holding his fishing pole. He always says something to the effect of "I've been waiting on you, let's walk on downstream for a ways and see if we can catch anything." I know, even DURING the dream, that it's a dream, but it's always so good to see him and talk to him, even though it's not real. I always wake up and feel a little freaked out after this dream, which I still have at least once or twice every couple of weeks. My wife doesn't even like to talk about Jeff, I think she liked him as much as I did. His passing hit her hard also. One of those guys you wonder for years afterwards why someone of his caliber had to pass on so young. Life is strange.
i will admit i cried when i found out about that.
Yes, did the Catholic school as well.. now lapsed. 
