I end the week with a homage to the precious memories shared not only one year six months ago, but with every person I’ve lost over the years, whether it be a close friend or a relationship. My favorite yellowcard song tells the tale of that loss.
Watching firefighters break apart a car at an open house today was eye-opening, not only in the sense that I saw how they would rescue someone outside of a fiery vehicle, but also in re-assessing my life. It becomes a metaphor for how life can sometimes go well, but there will be difficulties that transpire that can wreck otherwise good relationships.
It becomes up to me to fix them though.
I helped build my friend’s chair. In return I got to eat her dog.
Just kidding. But I did get a meal out of it!
In the end, I’d much rather be building my relationships up rather than destroying them. There’s only so much you can do though, and in the end you might have moments where you fall into the memories of the other person you lost forever.
In this case, 1 year six months ago.
I can tell that you don’t know me anymore
It’s easy to forget, sometimes we just forget
And being on this road is anything but sure
Maybe we’ll forget, I hope we don’t forget
I’m falling into memories of you and things we used to do
Follow me there
A beautiful somewhere
A place that I can share with you
