Tuesday, January 04, 2005
You Bastard! We Loved You
Memories are tricky things, they're hard to have, hard to save. Always in the back of your mind you think there will be another time to joke about the nerdy things you did as kids, Reach For The Top, sailing, French Immersion/Camp, drama, making our own Star Trek movies. Sometimes there isn't time.
I have to start writing it down. I can't bank on someone helping me remember. I don't want to pretend that things didn't happen because I'm too scared to remember that someone isn't alive anymore.
Today I woke up not feeling sad for the first time in weeks. I was still in a bad mood, but I didn't feel impossible like I had the day before and the day before that.
Memories are tricky things, they're hard to have, hard to save. Always in the back of your mind you think there will be another time to joke about the nerdy things you did as kids, Reach For The Top, sailing, French Immersion/Camp, drama, making our own Star Trek movies. Sometimes there isn't time.
I have to start writing it down. I can't bank on someone helping me remember. I don't want to pretend that things didn't happen because I'm too scared to remember that someone isn't alive anymore.
Today I woke up not feeling sad for the first time in weeks. I was still in a bad mood, but I didn't feel impossible like I had the day before and the day before that.
