You said time knew nothing, but time is all I have left
Still don't care about the time anywhere but here.
Today is going to be one of the hardest days of my life. I thought that my Theories midterm was difficult, and going to jail was pretty rough too, but speaking at your best friend's memorial service? Pretty fucking hard. I've been asked by Vanessa to say a little something-something about Zach, and I'm scared to death I'm going to break down right in front of his family.
It's been getting better with every day that passes, but it's still touch and go. We can be laughing about all the silly memories we have, and then all of a sudden everyone is in this big clusterfuck hug just crying their eyes out. Mike Jones and Mike Stiles have been taking it pretty rough, but Vanessa is doing amazingly well. I think it's the fact that we've been keeping busy with funeral arrangements, school, and comforting anyone that needs it. At least I've still got homework to keep my mind off of it. I never thought I'd be praising homework.
Anyway, I wrote my eulogy yesterday, and for those of you that knew Zach (that's you, Erin), you might understand what I'm talking about:
"I met Zach Walizer in August of 2004, just a few days after I first moved to San Marcos. I was homesick and lonely, but Zach opened his house to me, introduced me to his friends around town, and made sure I felt welcome. This endeared him to me strongly, and was the start of four years of wonderful friendship.
I thinking back on all the memories I have of Zach, I've found that I don't have a favorite. Whether it was the trip to the zoo, the countless hours spent complaining about school, or all the times we went to Austin for a show, Zach filled my days with laughter and a sense of belonging in a town where many relationships are fleeting.
Zach possessed a clarity and a tenacity that I have rarely seen in others. I loved him for his stubborness, his smile, and the depth of feeling he had for those he cared about. Underneath the gruffness that so many people saw, Zach was a compassionate, caring man; a man I loved as a brother. For four years, Zach supported me and made me laugh, and I can easily say that I am proud to have called him my friend."
Today is going to be one of the hardest days of my life. I thought that my Theories midterm was difficult, and going to jail was pretty rough too, but speaking at your best friend's memorial service? Pretty fucking hard. I've been asked by Vanessa to say a little something-something about Zach, and I'm scared to death I'm going to break down right in front of his family.
It's been getting better with every day that passes, but it's still touch and go. We can be laughing about all the silly memories we have, and then all of a sudden everyone is in this big clusterfuck hug just crying their eyes out. Mike Jones and Mike Stiles have been taking it pretty rough, but Vanessa is doing amazingly well. I think it's the fact that we've been keeping busy with funeral arrangements, school, and comforting anyone that needs it. At least I've still got homework to keep my mind off of it. I never thought I'd be praising homework.
Anyway, I wrote my eulogy yesterday, and for those of you that knew Zach (that's you, Erin), you might understand what I'm talking about:
"I met Zach Walizer in August of 2004, just a few days after I first moved to San Marcos. I was homesick and lonely, but Zach opened his house to me, introduced me to his friends around town, and made sure I felt welcome. This endeared him to me strongly, and was the start of four years of wonderful friendship.
I thinking back on all the memories I have of Zach, I've found that I don't have a favorite. Whether it was the trip to the zoo, the countless hours spent complaining about school, or all the times we went to Austin for a show, Zach filled my days with laughter and a sense of belonging in a town where many relationships are fleeting.
Zach possessed a clarity and a tenacity that I have rarely seen in others. I loved him for his stubborness, his smile, and the depth of feeling he had for those he cared about. Underneath the gruffness that so many people saw, Zach was a compassionate, caring man; a man I loved as a brother. For four years, Zach supported me and made me laugh, and I can easily say that I am proud to have called him my friend."