Uncanny

Here in Savannah, I met a guy in one of my classes who seems both smart, critical, and highly observant. He is in a relationship with a girl who is friends with your little sister. The world is so small.

On your anniversary I called your parents. I hadn't spoken to anyone in your family since your funeral over 2 years ago, but it was really nice to catch up with them, and reminisce about you for the evening. I also friended your sister on facebook, which felt weird, especially since she's going to UF now, but it's nice to see that she's doing well.

There are many things going through my mind, and many other things up in the air, but I doubt any changes lately would catch you by surprise.

Peace hombre.

Entry #1

Dear Derek,

I'm sorry to leave you in the dark for so long, but I hope that late is better than never. If you don't already know, I still miss you. often. and you're frequently in my thoughts and internal dialogues.

I was inspired to write to you today, partially as a coping mechanism, but because the world's impending shitstorms are more ridiculous than either of us could have imagined.

Ok, maybe not.

But still, the (sur)reality of it, the tangibility, effects me as if i had been caught completely off guard.

We elected a black man as president. President Barak Obama. BP had an oil spill and the entire gulf of mexico is fucked. We'll see how it all turns out.

I have to go, but I promise to write again soon.