Well, it's December 27. If you're scratching your head, I'll give you an assist. The day that Jack killed himself two years ago. Also the day of our first date. Those two events may or may not be related. I won't know until I'm also dead. But, then I won't be able to blog about it and let you in on the news. It's a puzzler for sure.
I went back to a blog I wrote in 2010. A very long blog detailing the relationship in conversation and summary. I really had no clue about how to write a succinct blog back in those days. (Yeah, I know it's still an issue. You must grade me on improvement.) What follows are short excerpts from that blog:
Me: If I had to
move to Florida, would you miss me? (I say this because it is a
possibility. My finances are terrible, but I hope it won't happen.)
Him: I would miss you like I would miss the sun.
And that always makes me think of this song:
On the original post, I included the Grey's Anatomy video It's The End of the World As We Know It at the end, with these words bringing up the very end of the blog. Again, for the sake of your time, which I know is precious, I'm just going to skip to the clip at the end of that show (It's The End Of The World As We Know It, Part 2):
have spent years trying to remember that last kiss, and I can't for the
life of me. If you know something is going to end, you prepare better.
You note each thing as it happens, and mark it as the last word, the
last dance, the last dinner, the last touch, so that nothing is missed. I
don't remember the last time I even saw him, much less kissed him,
because I didn't know it would be the last time. And he isn't talking.
Well, it's 2016, and I still can't put my finger on that last kiss. I wish I'd asked him when we talked the last time (a few months before he died). Maybe he could've helped me out with that detail. As it is, he still isn't talking.