
I met Alejandro "Alex" Ferrera in 1st grade. We both attended Tampa Bay Elementary and we were both good friends with my neighbors across the street - Jenelle and Albert. He was buds with Albert; I with Albert's older sis Jenelle. We spent countless hours there - hanging out, playing Nintendo, playing outside and acting goofy.

We were more than best friends, we were more like siblings. He was my protector and I his. Don't know how many talks we had about our individual love interests. We gave each other advice frequently. We were so close, I used to tell him he was my "local" brother - since my brother lived in Atlanta with my dad.
Sadly, on Sat., 10/4/1997, my best bud died in a car accident. I was at UF and vividly remember how I heard the news... Monica and I were up
really early that morning and were out running errands - grocery shopping and hitting Wal-Mart. When we returned, Melissa told us that Lucy called the apartment wanting to talk to either me or Monica. Lucy always called Monica (
never me), so I was confused why she'd want to talk to me. So, Monica called Lucy while I stood nearby... all I heard Monica say was "Alex? Oh my God!" and I immediately thought Monica was speaking of her cousin Alex. As Lucy relayed the details of car accident to Monica, Monica passed the info along to me. When I learned that
my Alex died in a car accident earlier that morning - I sat on the floor
stunned. I couldn't believe it (and didn't want to). Alex was just 20 years old. It didn't seem fair. After hearing the heartbreaking news, I wanted to get to Tampa
immediately, but first had to break the news to my mom, pack, shower, etc. I couldn't leave fast enough!
Alex was killed in a head-on collision about 4:15 a.m. that Saturday near the intersection of Florida & Fowler Avenues. His red 1995 Toyota Tercel was twisted by the impact that killed him instantly. Based on witness accounts, Alex was driving south in a northbound lane of Florida Avenue and did not have his headlights on at the time of the crash. Deputies estimate he was driving about 50 mph when he slammed head-on into a 1989 Chevrolet full-size van. No one knew why Alex was driving on the wrong side of the street, but as far as I know alcohol was not a factor.
Words can't describe how terrible I felt for Alex's family. Earlier that year in March they lost their only daughter in a car accident. Crista was a passenger in a vehicle that was hit by a drunk driver. She was hospitalized for a few weeks before passing. Crista was 21. Only the eldest sibling - Paolo - was alive. It was
such a terrible, heartbreaking year for the Ferrera family.
On my drive home to Tampa, I cried and cried... I wondered how all this could be true?
My Alex? The Alex I just hung out with two weeks prior? I remembered our last time together - I stopped by his house before returning to Gville, and we talked on his porch while we watched Buccaneer fans head toward the stadium for the football game. He talked about how much his missed Crista and how badly he wanted to be with her. We had a deep conversation about life and then I left back to UF. I wrote him a letter the week before he passed telling him how much he meant to me and even though he missed Crista that he needed to be here with his family and friends.
We needed him here. He should have received the letter a day or two before the accident. I'm still baffled about it all. And I still wonder if he ever read the letter I mailed to him.
Alex was
always cool and always stood out in a crowd... he was the center of attention and everyone gravitated towards him. He had a way of making everyone smile and have a good time. He was the life of the party. He loved
Marvin the Martian and spent many hours drawing the cartoon. He also gave the BEST hugs! Hugs so tight and full of love, they would take your breath away. No one has ever been able to replicate his hugs. After he passed, I told myself that I didn't want to forget the sound of his voice or his infectious laughter. As time went on, I regretfully have forgotten them. All I want is to remember his voice and it
pains me that I can't.
Eleven years have passed and I still miss my best friend, Alex...
dearly. I miss our talks... I miss his hugs... I miss his laughter... and most of all, I miss the sound of his voice.
The photo below is from 1994 - after a pep rally - Class of 1995
The photo below is from 1996 - when a group of us were getting ready to go clubbing in Ybor City
The photo below is from Summer 1997 when I had friends over my house for a summer gathering. 
Alejandro "Alex" Ferrera
8/11/77 - 10/4/97