This is a profile essay that wil portray the emotions of a lost one while also giving you a sense of rememberence of them

A Man Not Forgotten I knew a man once; he brought me donuts every Sunday morning. He wore golf clothes and socks pulled up to his knees. I knew a man that ate enough rice in a day to feed China. He had big ears and eyes that were clear as water. I knew a man so prideful that he chose to fix projects he most likely did not have a clue how to fix. …

…day. Especially when I eat rice and remember just how many times to shake the pepper shaker, and when I used to try to mimic every step while walking side by side with him to wherever it was we were going. I feel like I have learned so much from him, but in a way I feel like God cut our time short. He will be remembered for eternity in my heart, mind, and soul.