The Archives of Muad'Dib (formerly 'the fu's news')

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

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