I marked ten years yesterday. No one said or otherwise communicated about it to me. It’s only my human obsession with round numbers, really. I don’t have anything profound to contribute. Just a sigh. By one measure it’s a long time. By others, not so much.
Zach’s presence has receded into the background. I still have my ‘Z’ in my medicine cabinet that I look at every day. I’m pretty sure the ‘Z’s that I put up around Davies Hall are still there. Most do not know what they are for, I’m sure. I went looking for some pictures of them. I remember taking them, but now I can’t find them. Grrr . . .
Thinking about ‘what would Zach do’ or wishing for his advice or perspective has pretty much stopped. We are all so different from ten years ago. Guessing what his life arc would have been is futile. Sad, of course, because of all the great potential that was there.
Not to say that I don’t think about it from time to time. I’ve been struggling to find ways to make this blog relevant and I think getting back to Zach might be a way forward. I haven’t looked at his journals for a long time.
In the words of Paul Simon, ‘Preserve your memories; they’re all that’s left you.’