This book, started out as a way for the Young Author to immortalize four friends he had lost to suicide and quickly turned into a personal mission for him to not only remember his friends but to raise awareness of the dangers of suicide. The best description for this book would come from the poem; of which the title received its name. In Remembrance I lost my friends at shadow's end, So I went searching around the bends. Finally I found a picket fence, Nice and old and white and bold, all since hence. I followed the fence to a little pond, A day I spent dreaming of them and memories I'm Fond. I sat by the pond, a while there I toiled, Loitering there, I lay by the water until it boiled. They are Lost, where are they? I search and search to putting mind at bay. I see them only one place safe, Memories and dreams where no truth can chafe. I see my friends there, hence The title and name; in remembrance. I lost my friends to life's trauma. So I went searching through a song; La, La, La. Finally I found an old dirt path, Nice and worn less the wraith. I followed along to a cheery old meadow, Like their faces the flowers, they glowed. So there in joy, where I could toy; I sat. All day I sat, still no knowing where my friends were at. They are Lost, where are they? I search and search to putting mind at bay. I see them only one place safe, Memories and dreams where no truth can chafe. I see my friends there, hence The title and name; in remembrance. I lost my friends to nothing I knew, So I went searching to find where they flew. Finally I found nothing, no trace. Ice and cold, no heat, no warmth; no physical face. I followed nothing to grief's lonely hallow. There alone, I found myself hone to wallow. I sat in my hallow, waiting for friends. I wait for nothing, they have met the end. They are Lost, where are they? I search and search to putting mind at bay. I see them only one place safe, Memories and dreams where no truth can chafe. I see my friends there, hence The title and name; in remembrance. They are lost and not coming home, I searched but now they're not here; it's known. Seen to me, only in a dream. Truth of past, the only place their seen. My friends seen nowhere hence, I call them now; in remembrance.