Born at 3AM on March 13th, 2004, Connor was always a good baby. He was inquisitive, thoughtful, and full of charisma. He never met a stranger, took a genuine interest in people, and had the most beautiful smile. He also gave the best hugs - the kind that makes you feel like you’re the most important person in the world.

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As a sophomore at the University of South Florida, Connor was finally starting to figure things out. He’d joined a fraternity where he’d found a strong brotherhood. He wanted to be a business owner and had just majored in entrepreneurial business.

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He read incessantly about starting a business and I found countless how-to notes on his phone and in his apartment. He was living his best life. And then….that fateful night, he left his keys in a friend’s car and took his electric scooter to retrieve them just after 8 pm. I always checked his Life360 location before bed and noticed he was at the hospital. That was just after 9 pm. I tried calling. No answer. I called his dad to see if he knew. Had he taken a friend? Was he hurt? Surely, it was easy to explain if he’d just answer the phone. I immediately went to the hospital.

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