continue on

The world just keeps on spinning after we lose someone we love.  They die and we hurt but we keep on doing our thing.   In the immediate aftermath we don't see how we can go on but somehow we do.  Here's the crazy part.  It's going to happen to all of us sooner or later.  We're going to die and people are going to cry and be all tore up but they'll figure out a way to keep getting up in the morning.

I've given some thought to how long there's an actual living memory of someone.   I'm talking about a normal person like myself, not an OJ or FDR.  My sister is one year younger than I am.  When my great grandad Nathan Akin died at the age of 82 in Aug. '74 my sister was 12 years old.  We knew him pretty well I'd say.  I figure she is the youngest person on earth who can say they have a good/decent memory of him.  He was born in 1891.  If my sister lives to the age of say, 80 and, you count his living years there is an actual living memory of him for about 150 years.  Pretty crazy to think of I know.  Or, maybe there's something wrong with me for giving something like this so much thought. 

That brings me to this Saturday.  There are some people who are going to gather this Saturday morning and run in memory of an old friend.  To some of us like me he was a close friend, others never met him.  We (I've) been a bit inconsistent in organizing something every year for him but we've only missed a few in the 9 years he's been gone.  We'll talk about him and share stories and visit the sight where his body was found and reminisce about what a great guy he was and how much we miss him.  When we're done we'll go home and continue on.....