Ghosts.
With the new digital pogrom initiative, LJ is probably going to delete a lot of my friends...including at least one whom I only knew here.
There was this guy, Joe. His tag was jerris_darkrun. I think we met on the singleparents community, or something like that. He was a good guy, a ready source of happy in a time when happy had been outlawed. We'd run into each other at odd times, and he always had a comment or aside. He'd been through family court, he'd rebuilt his life, he was in love with his girl and the world; he was a role model, and I've always needed one of those.
Well, he died. Suddenly. His memorial service announcement is the last thing on his journal. The community for remembering him is long gone, too.
And in a few short weeks, it will be as though he never existed, if you ask LiveJournal's servers.
In my heart, though, the Llama (it was a long story, how he got that name, and he never did get to tell it) will always live on, smiling in the Florida sun, on that bike he'd always wanted.
There was this guy, Joe. His tag was jerris_darkrun. I think we met on the singleparents community, or something like that. He was a good guy, a ready source of happy in a time when happy had been outlawed. We'd run into each other at odd times, and he always had a comment or aside. He'd been through family court, he'd rebuilt his life, he was in love with his girl and the world; he was a role model, and I've always needed one of those.
Well, he died. Suddenly. His memorial service announcement is the last thing on his journal. The community for remembering him is long gone, too.
And in a few short weeks, it will be as though he never existed, if you ask LiveJournal's servers.
In my heart, though, the Llama (it was a long story, how he got that name, and he never did get to tell it) will always live on, smiling in the Florida sun, on that bike he'd always wanted.