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September 26, 2005
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I don’t spend much time thinking about death. But over the last several days I’ve had it rumbling through my head. All of the empty moments filled with questions I can’t answer.
When was beauty lost? When did the sun streaming through the clouds or the harmonies of just the right notes lose their power? What happened to happiness? What about the simple delight of cold water on the back of your thirsty throat or air rushing through an open window as you race down the freeway?
How do you get to the point where you can’t turn back and don’t want to? A friend of mine died last week. We hadn’t spent time together as friends in a couple of years. It’s hard to believe that the spiral down can be that quick. I spent the end of last week in disbelief.
Saturday we went to a gathering of family and friends. There were pictures from years ago—times I had forgotten existed. Sometimes the present obscures the past. How could I be so wrapped up in the inconsequential? The rush of reality chose that moment to hit me.
For the record, I won’t forget smoking Cuban cigars on the back of a ship while watching Nevis fade into the clouds at sunset, Giant Burgers, staining the fence, pool basketball, or the fact that someone would choose to put me on their team in several billiards matches when I am arguably one of the worst players to hold a cue.
Posted by Rich at September 26, 2005 12:45 PM
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I heard about this; a tragedy in lots of ways. Hope you're holding up ok.
Posted by: jeremy at September 26, 2005 3:56 PM
