Zach would have been 29 today. We probably would have talked on the phone. His doctorate would have been finished. He would either have a job somewhere or he’d be working on a post-doc somewhere else. He would have most likely not been in California or anywhere on the West Coast. I think I say that because the programs he looked at for the doctorate were in the east or mid-west. Also, Emily was in Illinois so that would have been a pull.
I stalled out on my project of posting excerpts from his journals on a given day. I was getting close to the end of them and I lost heart. There is one I found from 2014 on his birthday, though. It shows Zach at his unsentimental best starting out an entry. (It goes on, BTW, but this is all I’m posting today.)
I was in a good mood and then decided to drink coffee, which was probably unnecessary but since it’s my bday, I get to do things like that. LOL, I hate that attitude.
But with there not a ton of actually pressing things on my plate (minus a stats final on Tuesday that I should really study for but can’t take seriously anymore), I felt like spending time in here. I always feel like I’m going to sit down and bust out some incredible stuff in here but then it turns into something more rigid and much less poetic than I imagine in my head. So it goes.
Happy Birthday, Zach. I love you, son.
He was an amazing young man. I wish him a happy birthday as well.
Every time I read something about Zach, I find my head dips into a reverent bow, filled with sorrow for the loss of so much a vibrant young man. And the grief of his father, whom I do so adore…Happy Birthday Zach…the world is a little less colorful today.
Thinking of all of you this week. Happy Birthday Zach!