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Wednesday, February 18, 2004
For The Love of Darren
In Memory of the Passing of Darren.
September 19, 1981-February 02, 2004.
Dear Darren,
I'm just writing this letter to remind you of all the great times we've had together, and to tell you how much we all are missing you now. I have so many awesome memories - not one of them is negative - that I don't know where to begin. I realize that it is just the little things, the little memories of a person that really touch us. I have a lot of these memories walking to the McDonald's on W----, back in those days when we none of us could drive. You, Christie and I would start out walking with everyone else, but as the walk progressed, we three would always somehow find ourselves at the very tail end of the walking throng. No matter how bitterly cold it was, no matter how much it rained, you always made Christie and I laugh so much, we forgot ourselves, forgot the weather, and had a good time, just with each other. It always took so much longer to get to McDonald's walking with you- we arrived a good ten minutes behind everyone behind everyone else - but those times were always the best, and some of the fondest I've had. One memory I have in specific was this one time, when we decided not to walk down B--- but down C--- instead. Right near the Tommy Suds on the corner, I was complaining about school work, and how I never had time for anything any more and you looked at me and said this: "You know how I think about it. I think my time is not my own" and you went on to explain that God gave us what time we had here. "My time is not my own," you said, and even though that was years ago, I still remember you exact words. They stayed with me because in them I could hear, not the thoughts of a teenager, but the wisdom of someone who knows what life and death are about, and in the immortality of youth, I had never seen that.
That was something serious, but mostly eveything else was far from it. Me, you, and Christie used to set up The Well for PJ, and we'd put the jalapeno lights and the Chinese fans. Everything about you was fun. Everyone always wanted you near by. You were the kind of person who could ease into a conversation effortlessly and you laughed all the time. You were that spice that made everything extra nice, and now that you've gone home, the rest of us will have to live in bland existence until we can join you. We are all missing you so much right now, all the more because we had so many great times, and you touched so many people's lives in simple ways, that things just can't be the same without you.
We miss you Darren.
Love,
MJ.
©2004 All Rights Reserved MJ Jackson
This article may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the permission of the author.
September 19, 1981-February 02, 2004.
Dear Darren,
I'm just writing this letter to remind you of all the great times we've had together, and to tell you how much we all are missing you now. I have so many awesome memories - not one of them is negative - that I don't know where to begin. I realize that it is just the little things, the little memories of a person that really touch us. I have a lot of these memories walking to the McDonald's on W----, back in those days when we none of us could drive. You, Christie and I would start out walking with everyone else, but as the walk progressed, we three would always somehow find ourselves at the very tail end of the walking throng. No matter how bitterly cold it was, no matter how much it rained, you always made Christie and I laugh so much, we forgot ourselves, forgot the weather, and had a good time, just with each other. It always took so much longer to get to McDonald's walking with you- we arrived a good ten minutes behind everyone behind everyone else - but those times were always the best, and some of the fondest I've had. One memory I have in specific was this one time, when we decided not to walk down B--- but down C--- instead. Right near the Tommy Suds on the corner, I was complaining about school work, and how I never had time for anything any more and you looked at me and said this: "You know how I think about it. I think my time is not my own" and you went on to explain that God gave us what time we had here. "My time is not my own," you said, and even though that was years ago, I still remember you exact words. They stayed with me because in them I could hear, not the thoughts of a teenager, but the wisdom of someone who knows what life and death are about, and in the immortality of youth, I had never seen that.
That was something serious, but mostly eveything else was far from it. Me, you, and Christie used to set up The Well for PJ, and we'd put the jalapeno lights and the Chinese fans. Everything about you was fun. Everyone always wanted you near by. You were the kind of person who could ease into a conversation effortlessly and you laughed all the time. You were that spice that made everything extra nice, and now that you've gone home, the rest of us will have to live in bland existence until we can join you. We are all missing you so much right now, all the more because we had so many great times, and you touched so many people's lives in simple ways, that things just can't be the same without you.
We miss you Darren.
Love,
MJ.
©2004 All Rights Reserved MJ Jackson
This article may not be reproduced in whole or in part without the permission of the author.
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