Two Minutes Alone

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In anticipation of Halloween we'd like to post your writings on traditions, ghostly encounters, spine-tingling tales or whatever else you can come up with!  Please send your posts to fourperspectivesblog at gmail.com.  Here's a great segue into our new topic from Marci. 

GUEST POST: MARCI

     Back in 1974 I was in the chorus of my first high school musical.  The play was called, "The Red Head." What's ironic is that it's a rare murder mystery musical about a nice girl named Essie and a cold blooded killer.  My good friend was the lead, and we were just sophomores.  She didn't have red hair, but she had a cute red wig that looked great on her.

     On the night of November 8th, I was getting ready to go on stage.  I was alone out in the hall next to the girls dressing room.  I had been told that the very popular Mr. Burningham from Bountiful High drama department, may be watching our play.  While I was dancing and singing in the hall, out came a handsome man dressed in a dark navy suit with dark wavy hair from the auditorium.  I thought to myself, maybe that could be Mr. Burningham. The handsome man started looking around not paying any attention to me.  He looked as if he were looking for someone and walked right past me to get a drink of water at the nearby drinking fountain.  The odd thing was I was the only one out in the hall.  He kept looking down other halls even though no one was around.  I didn't feel uncomfortable, in-fact I was hoping he was paying attention to my singing so I could be in one of his Bountiful Community plays.
I finally went back to the dressing room to tell my friend that I thought Mr. Burningham was out looking around for someone.  When I described what the man looked like, my friend said that wasn't Mr. Burningham.

      The play was a success and everyone went home to sleep.  Everyone that is except for  seventeen year-old Debra Kent.  She had come to watch the play and never made it back home.  I didn't find out about it until I attended my modern dance class the next day. Debra was supposed to be in my dance class but was not there.   One of the girls had told me that she may have been kidnapped the night before.

     The next thing I knew, two police officers came and got me out of class and took me to the principals office.  They asked me questions about the man I saw out in the hall during the play.  Apparently, this same man tried to get my dance teacher, who was watching the play, to go outside and hold a flashlight  for him while he fixed his flat tire.  She told him no.

    A police artist came into the principals office and asked my dance teacher and I to describe in detail what the dark haired man in the dark suit looked like.  I must have been there for a few hours.
Everyone felt really sad for the Kent family.  Debra Kent was never found and it wasn't until years later that I got a good look at the man with dark wavy hair.  He was on national television and his name was Ted Bundy.  He was on trial for murdering several young women in Florida.  I recognized him right away.  I felt a little sick inside and was glad that he had been caught.

    I think to myself, "Why didn't he come after me?"  It may have been because I was in costume and was making a fool of myself.  Or, maybe, it just wasn't my time to go. In any case, my two minutes alone with Ted Bundy were quite enough.

Always Look on the Bright Side

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GUEST BLOGGER: Shawna

Shawna is a photographer, graphic designer, and Jill of all trades. She is happily married and enjoys spending time curling up on the couch with a good book and a steaming cup of cocoa. She also enjoys cleaning dead bugs from windowsills. You can find more of her at Ramblings of an Otherwise Coherent Mind.

 

This is not the post that I originally planned….

I’ve been pondering a lot of things lately.

As you all know, our beloved Teachinfourth was taken home all too soon.  Those of us left behind are stunned and shaken, and missing all the great and little things that made him such a wonder to be around. My brother had a way of lightening another person’s load; no matter what was going on in his own busy day, he never failed to find the time to lift another person who was down.

But what now? I think to myself. How do I go on without him? How do I find enjoyment in life now that he isn’t here to share it with me?

Well, here is what I figured out….

You pick yourself up and keep busy. You give yourself in service to others.  You take the time for the little things… like reading a book, or, even better, read one aloud to someone. I am amazed at how much more I enjoy a book when I read it to my husband.

You take the time to appreciate rainbows. You walk through the fallen autumn leaves and relish in the crunch underfoot that reminds you of your youth. You make a deliberate decision to look for the silver linings in things that come your way.

You remind yourself that it is okay to sing and to dance and to find joy in your days.

Yes, there will be tears, but tears are a good thing… tears are a way of letting go of those emotions that shouldn’t be boxed away inside. It is okay to cry. You’re human, and a part of you has broken. We all cry
when we are in pain, but pain doesn’t last forever.

Part of me will always miss and long for my brother… but I also know that he would feel terrible to know that his passing was keeping me in pain. We shared so much laughter and companionship… how can I not be grateful for all the time that I was able to have him here in my life?

Change can be hard, especially when it is not of your choosing… so make some changes that you do have control over. I went and got my hair cut incredibly short. It was a big change as I had been growing my hair out for the last few years, but it was something completely within my control and besides regaining a bit of control, my new look is absolutely fabulous.

Sadly I come across people who knew my brother and are devastated because they do not believe they will ever see him again. I tried thinking that way for a moment and firmly told myself “you will never see him again or hear that dear voice teasing you again”. I won’t kid you; I went into a round of hysterics. It took me awhile to calm down enough to remember that it was okay, that I knew better. I can only imagine how hard it must be to live with that kind of belief on a daily basis.

So what do I believe?

Well I am not about to stand on a soapbox and thump on my Bible saying, “Well God says this…” because not everyone believes in God, or other supernatural beings that hold the strings of the Universe in their mighty hands, but I will remind you of this: simple physics state that something cannot become nothing. Matter may be converted into another form, but it does not cease to be simply because we can no longer see it.  Not only does science support this, but my heart and mind do as well. My brother may have laid his body aside, but the essence that was truly him still exists.

I recently came across an excerpt from “The Last Battle”, which is the final book in C.S. Lewis’ Chronicles of Narnia (one of my brother’s favorite series)… it was because of this excerpt that I changed my post for today….

It was the Unicorn who summed up what everyone was feeling. He stamped his right fore-hoof on the ground and neighed, and then cried:

"I have come home at last! This is my real country! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never knew it till now. The reason why we loved the old Narnia is that it sometimes looked a little like this. Bree-hee-hee!  Come further up, come further in!"

For those who have not read this particular book, the unicorn has just witnessed the destruction of Narnia, and is expressing everyone’s amazement at what awaited them. Here was what they thought would be the very end of things, and then they discover that all they knew before was but a pale shadow of what was to come.

Until I am reunited with my brother again, I will remember this: that he is home, and he is fine… and while I plan to live a very long and fruitful life, I can rest assured in the knowledge that he will be there to greet me when it is finally my turn to depart from this life into what greater adventures lie before me.

So yes, I miss him dearly and still do shed tears of mourning, but I also hold within me such happiness at the thought of that glorious reunion that awaits us all when our time upon this beloved Earth is through.

So, you ask. What do I do in the meantime?

Simple.

You go on living.

Restoration

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GUEST POST: MINDY

While Mindy would gladly spend her days wandering through the majesty of the world around her snapping photos, listening to - or singing along with - an eclectic set of music, reading, or capturing her sometimes rambling thoughts in written form, she realizes that none of those things, at the present, pay her very well. To keep the wolves at bay she spends her days in a profession she loves - most of the time - as a teaching principal in a small, rural school in the midst of the rugged beauty of the desert. You can read more about her extraordinarily ordinary life at Mindy’s Musings. 

“I restore myself when I'm alone."― Marilyn Monroe

As I was driving through the natural beauty of Capitol Reef I noted that periodically off the side of the paved trail there were little green signs staked into the ground. I finally decided to stop for a moment to see what information they were meant to impart to those who travelled on the long and winding road. The signs stated that all along the trail were "restoration areas" and urged passers-by to "stay off" in order to allow the restoration effort to be as successful as possible.

I wondered how often we trample (sometimes unknowingly) on others who may be in the beginning stages of a "restoration" themselves. Do we jump to conclusions about who they are and what their lives are like? Do we rush in with ready-made solutions when all they really may need is a listening ear, or even just a little bit of time to work through and process things on their own? Do we sometimes stunt others' growth by our preconceived notions of what we think their problem is or what the "right" solution is - at least in our minds?

How often have we been in a state of "restoration" ourselves when someone has unwittingly tromped across our own fragile growth that may be struggling to push its way through to the surface? How many times have we put on a good front when deep inside what we really need is a moment or two to step back, reassess, and restore ourselves?

Maybe we all should pay a bit more attention to the "signs" that let us know that someone just might need an extra smile or hug; a shoulder to lean on or a listening ear.  

Though the words in this song speak about a divine restorer and restoration, I think it can apply just as much to each of us and our relationships with those around us.

May we all be tools of restoration, rather than destruction, in the lives of those with whom we pass through this mortal coil.

Restore Me- Anthony Evans

On the outside, You think I'm alright

There's a smile on my face, everything's okay

But on the inside there's a different story

I've stumbled down this road and I've got so far to go

I'm a broken man

On my knees again

Longing for a touch from You

I need your hand to

Restore me, I need Your mercy

Take me to the place I used to be

Use all the pain and the hurt

To do a greater work and restore me

I wore my mask, running away from my past

Hiding all my scars, thinking I'd gone too far

But He knew my pain and He loved me just the same

He promised, I'd be free if I fell on my knees and cried

Restore me, I need Your mercy

Oh, take me to the place I used to be

Use all the pain and the hurt

To do a greater work and restore me

Restore unto me the joy of my salvation

So I'll sing again, the song You wrote for me

Give me a clean heart, I want a brand new start

Like the moment when I first believed

Restore me, I need Your mercy

Oh, take me to the place I used to be

Use all the pain and the hurt

To do a greater work and restore me

Please Jesus, oh yeah

Give me another chance

I want to be a new man

Please restore me, yeah yeah, yeah

A Feeble Attempt

Pin It It makes me sad to come here to Four Perspectives and see everything at a standstill.  On my personal blog, I have posted things about the daily goings-on of my life.  Not because I want to write, but because I am trying to make myself write.  I don't want to allow myself to stop doing something that I know I love.  But it's difficult.  And I'm guessing that Mel and Lori might say something similar. 

As much as Jason liked to give me credit as his co-conspirator in creating this blog, he was what really brought it to life and kept it going for so long.

I'm not sure what I'm trying to say, really.  All I know right now is that I want to keep 4P going - but it's going to take some time.  So, bear with me (with all of us) as we figure out how things are going to work from here on out.

In the meantime, if any of our readers would like to submit a post (about anything, really!) or a topic they'd like to see covered here, please send an email to fourperspectivesblog at gmail dot com.  Maybe you can carry us along for a bit?   

Thanks for understanding.  Thanks for sticking around.

~Gerb

Remembering Jason

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Jason's birthday is this Sunday, September 9th.  He would normally be planning his own little birthday celebration, which he liked to call Christmas in September, and inviting all of his friends and blog readers to join in the festivities.

This year, there have been quite a few people who had the same idea of how to celebrate Jason's birthday: to perform some act of service for someone in his memory.  Things like paying for an extra ice cream cone for a stranger, posting uplifting quotes in public places, donating books to a school library, writing a note to someone to express your love and admiration, or paying for the order of the person behind you in the drive-through. 

Jason's friend Emily created a website in honor of this day.  It's called Project Z and it's a way for us to share with each other the ways we've chosen to remember our friend. 

Here's what Emily had to say about it:

The idea is to just keep in mind Jason's spirit of giving, and his frequent random acts of kindness. For his birthday weekend, we want people to spread Jason's love around and try to keep him in mind while doing as many of these little (or big!) things as possible. If anyone wants to, we can share them on the blog or share reactions, our impressions, thoughts regarding Jason and the way he influenced all of us. I put a map on the blog because I know Jason had friends and family worldwide that could participate and I thought it would be fun to see where people are performing these services. 

I also contacted Maceys and explained a bit about Jason. The manager seemed excited and told me they could definitely do what I asked them (to provide as many free cones as possible with whatever amount I was able to send in) and tell the people it was in memory of someone special. She told me they could keep track of the number of cones/flavors and I also asked if they had any special experiences related to the surprise if they could share briefly. I thought that would be a fun thing to do, since Jason really delighted in doing it. 

 

Are you in?  Click over to Project Z if you'd like to read more about it or to let everyone know how you've chosen to celebrate Jason's birthday this weekend.

Go spread some love and happiness!

From Jenn

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"Come on, you guys!  Come and see...it's perfect!  Hurry!"  It was Jason, calling down to us from up the hill.  He called again, "Hurry!  It's going to be gone!  The LIGHT...it's perfect!"  It was a breath-taking fall evening in Provo Canyon.  Jason had led us in and out and all around the canyon, bush-wacking the entire way, for several hours while taking our family pictures.  As the sun began to set, Jason had felt a sense of urgency and scrambled up a hill ahead of us.  Our whole family was lagging behind.  My daughter was in the bushes having the stomach flu and another kid had taken off his shoes, etc. etc.  The sun was slipping.  We struggled to catch up to Jason and when we did, he said, "Well, we missed the perfect light...but it's alright, it will still be awesome."  His camera started clicking again and he was right, it was awesome.  See, that was what was so great about Jason:  the light!  He saw the light.  Not just behind the camera, but the light in the people he knew and in God's creation.  And anyone who knew Jason, even just a bit, could not miss his own bright light that drew so many people to him.  Now that the sun has set on Jason's life and the rest of us lag behind, we get to keep a bit of the light we gained from knowing him.  And, thankfully, as we sang at his Memorial, "There is no end to light."

Shine on.

photo by teachinfourth, Provo Canyon

From The Sedgwicks

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My family and I have so many wonderful memories with Jason I’m not sure where to start or how to capture how much this man has changed my life and the lives of my family. Jason was my mission companion and quickly became a lifelong friend. So many wonderful memories of “Elder Z” and “Super Sedge”, the many people we taught and grew to love. The children that loved and adored him and couldn’t wait until Elder Z would come visit again. When I started a family of my own Jason quickly became the adopted uncle for my young boys. As they have grown up over the past several years they too have formed an amazing bond of love and friendship with Jason that will never be forgotten.

We were so blessed to have had the privilege of having Jason in our home on so many occasions that created so many wonderful memories that will always be cherished. These visits were always highly anticipated by our boys. They would be bouncing off the walls with excitement and yet those were the nights that they actually wanted to go to bed, they couldn’t wait. Because this meant that Jason would be telling a bedtime story. He would create these magical lands of mashed potato mountains and let the boy’s interact and help the story take twists and turns as they decided what would happen next. These stories started when my oldest son Tanner was just a small child. They have continued over the years as an ever evolving story that never ended. It just kept going the next time Jason would come for a visit. Now at 13 when most young men are outgrowing bedtime stories, he still looked forward to these stories from Jason. They were so special to them and will be greatly missed.

Tanner went to Lagoon yesterday. When he came home he said, “I just kept looking around at all of the fun rides that were Jason’s favorites and the ones he liked to go on with me.” Our boy’s and my wife loved going to Lagoon with Jason. The boy’s had to share him and take turns riding with him but they enjoyed these special times with him. Jason loved the fast roller coasters as did my wife so they loved to go on them together. One of my wife’s favorite’s rides at Lagoon was the Rocket. This was also one of Jason’s favorites. He would take his shoes off and put his camera on his shoes pointing at the ride to take a video of them as they would fall, screaming from the top of the ride. Some of our favorite pictures in our family are ones that Jason took during our trips to Lagoon.

Another fond memory of ours was a time when Jason came and stayed for Christmas. He was here for a couple of days and the boy’s loved it! They were more excited to have Jason here for Christmas and see him open their little gifts that they had gotten for him then they were to open their own gifts. I don’t recall if it was that same Christmas or another one after that when Jason came to stay for a couple of days and he got snowed in. He actually had to call into work and tell them that he was snowed in at a friend’s house and wouldn’t be back to work that next day. We had received over 2 feet of snow the night before. My boy’s had a blast. We played in the snow, threw lots of snowballs, made a snowman, snow angels and had such an amazing time. It took Jason and I over 2 hours to shovel our way to the side of his car so the driver’s side doors would open. Until the neighbor showed up with a snow blower we didn’t have a prayer of getting the car out before sunset. (The next week – I bought a snow blower.)


Jason holds a special place in the hearts of everyone in my family. Our lives were forever changed by him and the amazing friend that he was. He had a way about him that you just couldn’t help but love him. The day we learned of his passing my son Brayden said to my wife, “I just wish I could see him one more time, that he could tell me one more story, play one more game with me, and give me one more hug and tell me how proud he was of me. If I could see him one more time I would be sure to give him a big hug and tell him how much I loved him.” I know we all feel the same way. While the bedtime stories that Jason told have now come to an end, we will always remember them, and the memories we have had with him. They will be forever engraved in our hearts. He will be so deeply missed.

We Love You Jason and long for the day that we will someday meet again.

With Love,
Hazen, Stephanie, Tanner, Brayden and Kyle Sedgwick

From Mindy

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Remembering...

Though I cannot claim to have a lifetime of memories with Jason, those I do have are priceless. During the time I knew him I discovered a man who was as varied as his photographic and literary subjects. Humorous at times, contemplative and serious at others Jason had as many facets as the mountains he loved and so beautifully captured in their varying moods.

Jason’s ability to capture the world through the lens of his camera was a rare and special gift that he shared with so many. For most people that would be enough, but Jason also had an amazing gift of both poetry and prose that both elevated and enriched.

As a friend, Jason had the uncanny knack of drawing out even the shyest of people and involving them. He did that for me from the first time I met him during a barbecue at friend’s house. I am the type of person who - when thrust into a new situation - tends to try to melt into the background. He would have none of that. He spent the time to draw me into conversation and soon we were laughing as if we’d been friends for years. He did that on more than one occasion.  I saw him do the same for others. It was as if – for him – strangers did not exist. They were simply friends he had not yet met.

I will miss the witty one-liners and the poignant, heartfelt conversations. I will miss his extraordinary ability to marry word with image to create something bigger than the sum of its parts. I will miss “Christmas InSeptember.”  I will miss “choosing the left” instead of the right on desert excursions because “it’s more adventurous.” …. In short - I will miss my friend…

 

Thanks for being a part of my life for such a brief time…

You will not be forgotten…

From Laura

Pin It This would be about the time of year that I usually wind my way back to Amelia Earhart Elementary, bask in the smile of Susan the Secretary, chat up teachers in the halls as they've trickled in for end of summer preparations, and find myself at Mr. Z's classroom door. 

Turning that knob brought with it hours of soaking in through osmosis the excitement of a new school year. I would help with fairly mundane things, organizing, rearranging, filing and filling, but I was in the company of a former colleague whose passion for education outmatched my own, whose humor and conversation magically turned the hours to minutes.

I'm reeling at the thought that those hours will never come again.  Jason, your insight, writings, photographs, stories, your friendship... all are immeasurably treasured. You were an ordinary guy who packed three lifetimes of extraordinary undertakings into 41 years.

I'll miss you Mr Z.

From Janelle

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I have spent many an evening the past couple of weeks, hands poised on the computer keyboard in vain, to write a tribute to Jason for Four Perspectives. Somehow I feel like I owe it to Jason- my confidant, my champion, my banter-buddy, my best friend - to at least make the attempt, however ill-conceived it may be. Although I can’t help but think, if I don’t do him justice, I may be in for a major haunting where he forces me to stick needles in my eyeballs or makes me lick the bottom of my shoes or something (hey- I know Jason, and I’ve watched “Supernatural”, I know how this works).

So I began several times, with a random thought which soon fizzled out and didn’t come close to covering all I wanted to say. Then I started with the facts: how we first met as colleagues at a Provo Elementary School, and how I thought he was completely conceited, and all the kids in the school mysteriously adored him, and, hey…he was single (a rarity in my line of work). But after typing an entire page about the history of the first couple of years of our friendship, I realized that a litany (that would be a “prolonged and tedious account”) of facts would not do his memory justice, either. Plus, it would bore readers to tears and probably Gerb would never publish it anyway.  So I would have to come up with something new.

Recently, I started to think about the weeks before school started every year, and how Jas and I would talk about the mountain of tasks to be done to get our respective classrooms ready for the coming year. We would have similar experiences – standing in the middle of the classroom, gazing all around, feeling not a little overwhelmed and not even sure of where to begin. Sometimes we’d give up and just go home, putting it off until tomorrow, then go to a movie and out to dinner. But eventually the work HAD to get done, and the only way was to focus on one small task at a time to accomplish and then…. well,
just START, already.

So here is my start. Just the barest outline of my memories, really. I hope that in some small way, these things will remind you of the man you knew, or that maybe you will catch a glimpse of the man I have known and loved for the past 12 years.

Jason was the man who….

• wrote blogs, read blogs and made friends through blogging
• could keep up with my humorous banter like no one else I have ever met
• gave the best hugs, even though he said he wasn’t much of a “touchy” person…yeah, whatever….
• was the only other person on the planet who listened to the Harry Potter books on CD as much I do
• sometimes was very sensitive to my moods and needs and was so tender and kind….and sometimes was a total GUY, oblivious…
• went on walks with me along the Provo River Park Trail, along the foothills in Provo, etc., talking about anything and everything
• surprised me last year by coming to my classroom on the last day of school to help me because I was stressed out
• spent hours burning all my class DVD’s for me so I would have one less thing to worry about
• could talk me “off the ledge” with a calm, soothing voice when I was completely frazzled about something
• watched episode after episode of “Smallville” with me until he fell asleep
• brought me a helium balloon and took me to lunch on the one-year anniversary of my grandma’s death
• made me CD’s of songs he liked (which I never knew the names of when people asked)

• had a strange, prejudiced aversion to country music (except, somehow, “Sweet Home Alabama”)
• could figure out almost any song title or artist name if given enough time 
• had a great memory for movie plots and lines and could quote any line from “The Emperor’s New Groove”, for instance
• knew just when to grab your arm or leg during a scary movie for maximum impact
• was very frugal, but once in awhile would spend a lot of money…. mostly on computer stuff or camera stuff, but sometimes for fun stuff like WICKED tickets, clothes, a trip to California or New York City, a new SUV…

• let me “vacation” at his house for a few days while he was in New York for Spring Break and I needed to get “away” for awhile but didn’t have any money
• took pictures at my sister’s wedding and of my nieces and nephews for free
• had to have the light “just right” to take his photos
• walked out of the Nickelback concert at the USANA amphitheater with me because the language the singer used in between songs was offensive
• sang and danced with me to the music from said concert in the parking lot
• made grocery shopping fun just by idle teasing and chatter….and letting me ride on the cart
• talked to every waiter or waitress or cashier like they were old friends
• sweet-talked a waitress at Texas Roadhouse into giving us 9 hot, fresh rolls to go –for free
• planned my “Wicked” themed birthday party last year, blowing up about a zillion green balloons, some of which had pieces to a “puzzle” message inside them (I had to pop all the balloons to find the message, then put it together)

• won 4 tickets to “High School Musical” on stage in Salt Lake, and took 3 of the hottest women he knew (me and two of our friends) I don’t think he knew how much those tickets were worth when he offered them to us…
• wouldn’t tell anyone how old he really was…. but finally told me just a couple of years ago (I felt VERY special then, like I was Ethan Hunt from “Mission Impossible” or something)
• invited me over for dinner on random Sundays to enjoy his sister’s cooking…. and once in awhile his barbeque or tortellini soup
• walked me to my car every time I was leaving his house and always said: “Drive careful-ish…”
• needed some serious arm-twisting before he would go shopping for clothes – but I got him to Macys and Kohls a couple of times
• wouldn’t let me be the one to walk on the outside of a sidewalk or the edge of a road
• would sneeze, then say “Bless me” right after – unless you were really quick and beat him to it
• doubled up on his car payments so he wouldn’t be in debt for too long
• parked as far away from other cars as possible so as to lessen the chances of getting a ding
• got up early, even when he didn’t have to (I never could understand that)
• took me in and let me take a nap at his house when I showed up at his door on the last day of school, too exhausted to drive home safely
• loved with all his heart and would do anything for someone he loved

• put his arms around me and held me while I sobbed to him about my sister having cancer, and on the day my grandma died

A character on some cheesy chick flick I was watching once years ago said something that I’ve never forgotten, that has always made me think of Jason: “I loved who I was when I was with him.” I will miss the person I was when I was with Jas, for that was when I was truly ME. He brought out the best in me. (Well, OK, also sometimes the snarky, more opinionated me, but mostly the best….)

One beautiful thing that happens when someone dies is that everyone remembers all the good, valuable qualities in that person’s life. We talk and write about what an amazing person he was, and thank him for his influence for good in our lives. How sad that we do not often think to do the same every day for the people in our lives before they are gone. One favorite song of ours was “If Today Was Your Last Day” by Nickelback. All of the lyrics are poignant, but I want to leave you with my favorite part:

If today was your last day
And tomorrow was too late
Could you say goodbye to yesterday?
Would you live each moment like your last?
Leave old pictures in the past
Donate every dime you have?
Would you call old friends you never see?
Reminisce old memories
Would you forgive your enemies?
Would you find that one you're dreamin' of?
Swear up and down to God above
That you finally fall in love
If today was your last day

If today was your last day
Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?
You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars
Regardless of who you are
So do whatever it takes
'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life
Let nothin' stand in your way
Cause the hands of time are never on your side

This is for you, my dear friend.  Remember: “Just like a tattoo”….

-Nells