Today, my friend Jonathan Guy would have turned 30. He died eleven years ago, though, and set off a chain of events that led to the radical restructuring of what would become my life as it is now. I have a beautiful wife who I adore, a bright and adorable son, and friends. I am glad for many things as they are - and there are things I would change. I miss Jon a lot, but it hurts less than it did on that first March 7th. Since then, others have died, gotten married, moved, moved on, had kids and generally been up to the business of living. It's kind of been a long and short eleven years, simultaneously. That's probably pretty much normal. I've been thinking about him these last three years especially, as his friends have babies - because Jon always loved babies. His family will back me up on that. When books or movies come out that I wish I could talk with him about, or when I have experiences that I wish he'd been there for, that's when it gets difficult. I wonder what he'd make of things the way they are now in my life, and the lives of those around me. I know what he'd think of the state of the world right now, and, nevertheless, I know he'd rather be here.
So this entry is for the people I love. From my house in Pensacola to everyplace you are - thanks for being there. I miss you, Jon.
