Adam, Tatum, and I created a time capsule over the weekend per their request. It was a spur of the moment thing but I decided to roll with it. Easier said than done given my perfectionist tendencies and control freak self. After all it was their project, not mine, so I gave them free reign. I smiled, took a few deep breaths, and asked my children what they wanted to include. Each of us enclosed a small note dated and signed, along with a few trinkets. Several recent pictures were added to our capsule– which was housed in Adam’s old Captain America lunchbox. Not only did he provide the structure but he also dug the hole to house it! Before leaving the backyard a new event was added to iPhone calendar: Open Time Capsule on 30 January 2021.
Yesterday I attended the funeral of one of my good friends, Warren Smith. His funeral, held at the Methodist church of his childhood, didn’t coincide with the Warren I knew. Of course the final service that you would plan for yourself drastically differs than the one your mother would choose for you…yet I felt a disconnect between the hymns, prayers, and eulogy from the Minister and the spirit of my friend. Other than a few photos at the front [none of them recent], several references of his love for the outdoors, and one brief acknowledgment of “his troubles,” the personal connection seemed missing. Cat and I could count the number of people we recognized on one hand. A few of his friends from out of town asked me to mail them a copy of the program, but no programs were made. I understand that everybody has different preferences when it comes to a funeral. Grieving the unexpected loss of a loved one is difficult enough without the added responsibility of making arrangements. More than anything his funeral seemed surreal, much like his passing.
I just saw him two weeks ago. He greeted me with a giant bear hug, kissed my cheek, made fun of me for being antisocial, and jokingly told me to stay out of trouble. I can’t believe he’s gone. Warren, you will get the post you deserve. Rest easy.
Only recently did I muster up the necessary emotions and mindset to write about Bosi. I have yet to memorialize Ron and Lacy — but I plan to start that process soon. It was not my intention to end this post on a depressing note, so let me close by saying how grateful I am to have known these friends. For it is better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. How thankful I am for the time I got with them and the memories I’ll forever cherish.
With infinite love, gratitude, and respect,