John Robert Crosthwait
This post is about one of the best friends I've ever had--John Crosthwait.
I haven't always liked John. In fact, I couldn't stand him when I first met him, I thought he was kind of annoying. (This was like January LAST year.) After a while however, he became more fun to be around. The thing that sticks out from 8th grade is singing Aretha Franklin's "Respect" in the band room at lunch with him and Ellen. When 9th grade started, we actually had a class together plus lunch so I was able to get to know him more. I found out that John had a sortof big mouth when he told Kyle I liked him...which I guess you could say turned out good. Around January, some stuff was going on. John pretty much got me through that, without him then, I don't know what I would have done. After that, I had no doubt that I could talk to him about anything. Around March or something, Lindsay Harrison had her birthday campout thing. (We camped out in her backyard...haha.) Well, some people there didn't want us in the tent (not Lindsay) so John, Zach and I went on the hill in her backyard and almost set the yard on fire. That was the best part of the night. After 9th grade let out, John and I lost touch, and I hated him for certain reasons. Then, when band started, it was like nothing happend and we were okay again. I shouldn't have taken these "reasons" that far, and I regretted it. Now, John is one of my best friends, and I'd trust him with my life. He's one of the most loving, lovable, understanding, fun, compassionate people I've ever met.
The song that reminds me of John or if I had to dedicate a song to John, it would be Seasons of Love, from RENT. I'd choose this song because it's one of my favorite songs, and John is the one who "introduced" me to RENT.
525,600 minutes.
525,600 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes,
How do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee?
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife?
In 525,600 minutes, how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love?
Measure in love.
Seasons of love. Seasons of love.
525,600 minutes!
525,600 journeys to plan!
525,600 minutes, how do you measure the life of a woman or a man?
In truth that he learned, in times that she cried?
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died?
It's time now to sing out, though the story never ends.
Let's celebrate, remember a year in the life of friends!
Remember the love. Remember the love. Remember the love.
Seasons of love. Seasons of love.
Measure in love.
Thanks for being there John.
<3 Lindsey