the moments we share.

tonight i'm going to a wake. a good person died this week. if you read my last post, it's the same person. his name is jay. my heart is breaking for his wife of 3 years. 3 years? that's the next one for andrew and i. boy does that make you think.

i wasn't extremely close to jay, but knew him well enough to mourn the loss of his life. i value people a great deal. time passes between friendships but i usually remember the person with the fondness of when i last spent time with them. i love a lot more than the world around me realizes, i think. moving on. big or small, we share memories and life moments with other people. it's strange to me when those people just cease to be alive.

warning: repeated story (kind of). one time jay and i watched "the lion, the witch and the wardrobe" together. let's just make one thing clear - i'm the worst person to watch the chronicles of narnia with. i've read them all at least 20 times each and love them to bits. i also vocally criticize what movies to do my precious books, much to the dismay of those trying to enjoy it. well, that time i met my match and we had the best (most annoying to others) time analyzing everything we liked and disliked.

after the wake i'm going to meet up with family at a baseball game. talk about contrast. but maybe it might be just a little more meaningful, to have time with andrew and his (our) family and share some laughs, and hopefully eat a snowcone.

here's to each moment we share with others. let them be remembered.

thoughts on what we think we have.

sometimes i think that i have problems. then i read about a friend (that i got to know when he moved into a house that i hung out at a lot and have not really kept up with much since) who has been given 6 weeks to live. i read about this on his wife's blog and that's when i realize that 99% of the time that i use the word "problem" it's really not the right word at all.


so i'm sitting here thinking about the legacies we leave behind. even as someone who is far removed from this friend's life at this point, i have good and clear memories. like how i've never enjoyed watching "the lion, the witch and the wardrobe" so much as when i watched it with him, because we could talk all day long about the differences between the movie and the book and analyze it without anyone complaining about how annoying that is (because face it, if it's not you in that conversation it's extremely irritating). or how i played settlers of catan with him and another roommate of that household while drinking tea. simple memories that have stuck with me.

so what am i making my life worth? what memories will i leave? i expect that i will be thinking long into the night tonight.