222 Thrasher
BEN RAEMERS
RIP IN PEACE
11/4/1990 - 5/14/2019
obody is prepared to write things like these. Ben Raemers
recently took his own life. Words can’t describe the pain and
hurt in my heart right now thinking of his poor soul and the
burden he must’ve carried deep within. On the outside, Ben was such a
happy-go-lucky guy who would share everything he had with his mates.
To best describe him would be to say he was a puppy dog—bundles of
energy mixed with dumb curiosity tangled within a body with absolutely
no coordination. Every day was an adventure. Every experience, no
matter what it was, was the best thing he had ever done. He had thisaura about him and he left an impact on every single person he met.
I loved Ben like only an older brother could—being disappointed with
him at times, and so, so proud of him at others. I have this overwhelming
feeling of guilt for not seeing the signs. I’m devastated he never reached
out for help, but mostly I’m angry I’ll never see my little buddy again.
Ben will forever live on in my heart as that naive puppy dog running
around happily exploring the world. He will forever be young. Your
friends will always love you and miss you, Ben.
—Louie BarlettaN