| | 7:19 AM - How can I label this? My having spent 4 minutes staring at the space where my subject should be without having a clue as to what to write is pretty good evidence that I feel a little lost this morning.
One of my best friend's birthdays is today. If Jeffrey were still alive, he'd be twenty-five right now, something I find impossible to believe. It's surreal: since he died in October 2001, it's been impossible to imagine his being dead, but as the time has passed, it's approaching equally impossible to imagine his still being alive.
I've a million things to say but no energy or spirit to say them, especially not in this form. But I did want to make note of today and include a couple badly shot photographs of the garden his mom created in their backyard--unfortunately, I can't get the photos to load on here.
Maybe that's for the best. It's strange how intensely private mourning can be, yet I have this intense need to make sure that even strangers are aware of the fact that today was--is--the birthday of one of the most influential, thoughtful people in my life. |
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