Barry and me set up the concealed bows in the ground, they were set to fire as soon as Oliver stopped in front of him holding the arrow, and would shoot him in the back.  Two arrows embedded in his back. 

Both of us couldn't keep the smiles off my faces, and Barry made sure he took a picture of it to send me before he yanked them out of Oliver's back.

This is my happiest memory of just me and  Barry... When he's gone this is what I want to remember.  This is something I can't lose...  I saved the picture even have it printed out...