Wave of Mutliation

[tajmahalic]

It is a distant memory -- a past life occasionally reverberating dark sounds among the scarred walls of my skull from a place deep and haunted, an organic and murky disruption of static that crackles with jarring reminders of a person I have not been for many, many years.

I spent last week in Mexico, though my mind was elsewhere.
Mystery caller

Comments

[geekkid]

I'm really sorry about your friend. I know you don't do funerals, but is there some sort of memorial or something you can go to, to share with his family what he meant to you?

[tajmahalic]

There was something yesterday -- "not a wake, not a mass, not a memorial service, but rather something we feel Jeremy would have been comfortable with: an informal gathering of friends telling stories and sharing memories together." It was strange to see his daughter (from what I can gather, she's been in foster care with family friends for some time) so grown up, and it was especially strange to see so many people from that era of my life again. It almost doesn't feel like it was a part of my life, but rather was some past life that I can only vaguely recall. After we sat around and told stories for awhile, we realized how amazing it is that more of us hadn't walked into some unspeakable tragedy. It's unreal to think what an average night was for us back then. And it's even more incredible to think how many of us were able to shake lose from such a self-destructive culture