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.
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
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
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