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The MOJ Archive

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This blog is an archive dedicated to the memory of my friend, Collin (AKA The MOJ) who passed away on April 26th 2006.     I've archived most of the old posts because I went back and read them recently and some parts made me cringe with how badly I wrote them or how they contained thoughts I should probably have kept private.  But I still wanted to keep a sort of memorial of him here and have a sort of master post that at least kept some of the photos etc. just so the memories aren't lost.  So here's a poem he wrote along with a few photos. Home In Christ Wandering and lost I am shut out Shut out from warmth Shut out from love My breath drifts around me-a smoking pall In the drifting rain Falling into the darkness at another dark road. Until I decide to stop- Wiping a wet hand down my wet face- And look-look into the night Just look, until I see the light- The candle glow haloing the dim wooden frame. Right there all the time-calling me Calling me home. I go to the flickeri

17 Years

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I played some Golden Axe and Pigskin in your honor as usual.  You are still missed my friend.  I don't have much to say aside from that.  God rest your soul. Victory! I guess I've been doing this a while. Death=Adder... we come for you.

16 Years

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Rest in peace mighty MOJ.  The years truck on but you are always remembered my friend! Ah Golden Axe! But where is Tyris Flare to fight alongside Gilius? Have some meatbone. The Fiend's Path!  I dare it alone these days. And take the great eagle to face.... Death=Adder himself!  His guts are spilled in your honor! Victory! Just like the old Rec! We used to finish on one credit each.  I can't do it alone though. But I add your initials to the halls of honor in Pigskin!

15 Years

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And so, 15 years have passed.  I can remember looking at Collin's age 15 years ago and not thinking it was old but that it also wasn't young.  Needless to say I don't feel that way now.  Thirty four years old... Shame is the only word for it.  The well of stories and words of melancholy has pretty much run dry for me.  It's not that I don't miss him.  I very much do.  We all do.  We still gathered in his name once again this year and his absence in our gathering is still keenly felt.  But at this point, we're starting to get close to the time where he's been gone, at least from my life, almost as long as he was in it.  And while I'm not exactly old, I'm old enough that age is starting to rob some of my memories of the times we spent together.  Some of the memories are vivid but most of them have already been told here, some more than once.  But I don't mind going over the same old stories over and over in my head.  To me, they're good stories

The passing of a friend

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I'm sure anyone who reads this page will most likely hear the news from me but tonight I learned that a very good friend has passed away. He was taken far too young and very suddenly. I've lost loved ones in the past but every time it has been an older member of the family who has lived a full life and left behind people happier to have known them. Collin was a young man and his sudden passing makes it so tough to deal with. I've known him since before high school and still saw him pretty regularly. I know the pain I'm experiencing is nothing compared to how much his family must be hurting... it makes me feel like I'm being selfish like I'm feeling bad for myself. I just try to remember that Christ wept when Lazarus died even though He was to raise Lazarus moments later. It's good to grieve for those who pass on but I have to believe that one day I will see my friend again... I will shake his hand and greet him in the paradise prepared for us since th