Try to Remember
Dear Eugene, my pastor, my friend,
Hardly a day goes by without your words lingering in my head and my reflecting on them; I might as well write them down, lest I forget.
We are all forgetful, and I suppose that's why you would often say the same thing in twenty different ways. Thank you for taking the risk, even shame, to appear naggy. Sometimes I would laugh/cry out loud at the sudden, rude realization of how I could forget to live likewise, the very next second after I heard your words, like my life is one big tragicomedy, contortion and incongruity abound.
I thank God for these tapping fingers and my noisy keyboard--I like how they dance on it, mis-stepping more often than I want--and, as such, most of all, for the "Backspace" button. I shall never take for granted the ability and freedom to turn flesh into words, as I shall forever be grateful for the many second chances.
Yours, Alex
Hardly a day goes by without your words lingering in my head and my reflecting on them; I might as well write them down, lest I forget.
We are all forgetful, and I suppose that's why you would often say the same thing in twenty different ways. Thank you for taking the risk, even shame, to appear naggy. Sometimes I would laugh/cry out loud at the sudden, rude realization of how I could forget to live likewise, the very next second after I heard your words, like my life is one big tragicomedy, contortion and incongruity abound.
I thank God for these tapping fingers and my noisy keyboard--I like how they dance on it, mis-stepping more often than I want--and, as such, most of all, for the "Backspace" button. I shall never take for granted the ability and freedom to turn flesh into words, as I shall forever be grateful for the many second chances.
Yours, Alex
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