I knew Nathan when I was a college student in Savannah, GA. Our local hangout of choice was a karaoke bar where I eventually became the KJ (karaoke DJ).

Nathan was was lively, fun, and just an all around decent human being. I always looked forward to Monday nights, as it was usually really empty at the bar, except for Nathan and Jay. The three of us would just take turns singing, sometimes opting for Kamikaze karaoke (someone chooses a random song for you) to pass the time. I believe that it was Nathan who discovered we had a song in our catalog called "I Farted On Santa's Lap".

I'm glad I had the chance to know him, and I will always miss the heck out of him.

I met Nathan when we were in drama together at Mt. San Jacinto and I also knew him through our Christian college group, the Fold. My favorite memory is this: He called me at three in the morning and said, "Bipsy, I'm joining the army tomorrow! Let's go to the beach! Right now!" So we drove to Oceanside, went all the way out to the edge of the pier, and he said, "You've got to try this-sit on the edge!" It was pitch black, so I was a little scared, but he was right, it was awesome. All you could see were the seagulls white bodies and their reflections shining on the black, glassy water. It was surreal, like floating in space. I only saw Nathan one more time after that, before he died. I'm so thankful to God that I got to have that special memory of someone so in love with life. He knew how to live it with passion and died fighting for what he believed.