Steven Laubenheimer
Josh was my best friend growing up until we moved when I was 13. My favorite memory of him is us getting caught at about four in the morning sitting at the dining room table at our grandparents house. We were eating microwave popcorn, and just talking. My mother was upset that we were up so late but uncle Lou was very understanding because to him all we did was get into popcorn and sit and talk. Of course, we got into a lot more than that, but we managed to get with it. After that, they decided to watch us to make sure we stayed in bed when he was over. I just recently got back in touch with him and I’m desperately sad that I won’t have more time to reconnect. He was an amazing man and the perfect friend.
