When T died, besides the overwhelming sadness of having lost someone I love dearly, I felt this very real sense that in his short life, while I was always there, I never did anything ... special. Everyone had all these "special" moments. I felt like I wasn't really all that instrumental in his life. I was just ... there. Somedays I still feel like that.
Most of us go through life wanting to make some impact on a life. I'm really afraid all that will be said of me is that I was always there. And maybe that is special, but sometimes all that feels like is ... dependable. I don't want to be remembered as dependable.
Monday, September 17, 2007
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