Sunday, January 13, 2008

Sunday Scribblings-Date

Whole worlds of them are stuck in my mind, and pop up at the oddest moments. Dates of birthdays - November 5, August 21, October 21, my junior high school boyfriends. Dates of events - February 2, March 21, December 19, musical performances that were meaningful. Of course, all the truly meaningfull dates are etched in memory. Dates of joy -May 8, February 23, my wedding, my son's birth. Dates of loss-May 15, February 9, September 11, grandmother, grandfather, beloved dog.

Another anniversary of loss is approaching - January 31, the death by suicide of a special young man, a former student, who was likely the most intelligent young person I've even known. Book smart, yes, but also a young person whose mind worked differently, with incredible lightening speed. Looking into his eyes while carrying on a conversation was like glimpsing the inner workings of a supercomputer, for you could almost see the sparks flying, brain synapses in rapid fire.

It's been two years this month, and when the date of his birth (September 1 - that's another one I remember) and the date of his death approach, I recall the waste inherent in this loss. But I also recall the memory of his laughter, his wit, his outgoing eagerness to make friends with everyone (which he did, with unerring grace). It troubles me that a man like this cannot live in our world, for it is men like this whom the world so desperately needs.

In a recent conversation with his mother, who has been working to attach his name to a memorial archive at The University of Michigan, where he was editor of the Michigan Daily, she said with what sounded like desperation, "I just want people to remember him."

Of course she does. She wants people to remember that his presence on this earth, although far too brief, was not in vain, that his life counted for something more than just another statistic.

And so dates on the calendar become small blessings, reminders of people who should not be forgotten.

January 31 -a date I remember.

Postscript: It's late Sunday night, and I just had a phone call from the brother of the young man I wrote about in this post. He's asked me to set aside another important date- October 3, his wedding. And he's asked me to play piano for the occasion. Can you guess that I'm smiling?

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Blogger Christy said...

a truly touching piece of writing.

And so dates on the calendar become small blessings, reminders of people who should not be forgotten.


Blogger Sherry said...

What a loving tribute Becca...of course she wants him remembered for who he was, not how he left her. This is just so beautiful and wrenches at my heart.

Blogger Tammy said...

Heartwrenching story Becca. I never have been good with dates but I never forget the people who have touched me. XXOO

Blogger Tori said...

And this Becca is exactly I am sure how his mother wants him to be remembered. Just to be alive as his name comes out of people's mouths.

Blogger keith hillman said...

A very moving piece and beautifully written

Anonymous June said...

Our calendars are getting more filled with dates. They started with birthdays, then anniversaries, and now deaths.

Blogger susan said...

It troubles me that a man like this cannot live in our world, for it is men like this whom the world so desperately needs.

This struck a chord with me. And I relate to dates as you do here. I also love being in A2.

Thanks for the read.

Blogger Inland Empire Girl said...

I am like you... I remember junior high boyfriend birthdays... why? probably because I wrote in my notebook a hundred times. Then there are the dogs,cats, family,etc. I am glad you are going to connect with the family of the young man you wrote about and get to play at the wedding.

Blogger bella mocha said...

Oh, this is so beautifully written. You have captured the heartbreak, and later, the hope perfectly.

It must mean so much to his mother that you remember, and that in itself is a tribute to her son. I know that I'll come back to read this story again.

Blogger tumblewords said...

A truly inspirational story with a gut wrenching base. Touching, touching!

Blogger Writer bug said...

His mother would be so happy to see how his memory still touches you.

Blogger GreenishLady said...

That postscript was just so wonderful. The way life goes on, and joy comes after sorrow. It's good that you get to be there with that family for their joyful occasion, too. Beautifully written tribute to your young friend.

Blogger Cre8Tiva said...

smiling thru tears here...blessings today, rebecca

Blogger paris parfait said...

I'm sure it means a lot to his mother that you remember and honour his memory. Such a tragic loss.

Nice to have that little glimmer of joy at the wedding news.


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