every lament is a love song
by Stace on October 31st, 2011
filed under pretty things
i woke from a dream last night
i dreamed that you were by my side
reminding me i still had life in me…
i’ll carry on… – Switchfoot, “Yesterdays”
A decade ago, I was a completely different person than I am today. I was homeless in San Diego, far from home and scared, and a master at pushing people away. Suffice it to say that I wasn’t surrounded by a close circle of friends. Sure, I had a few, thank God. One of the girls I’d grown up with, Allison, had recently been diagnosed with brain cancer, just before turning 23. I remember the day I called the hospital trying to reach her mom or husband: Ally picked up. Though we’d both grown up and moved away, we’d always stayed in touch. And while we’d spent many a childhood hour in church, we’d bonded over rejected principles as teenagers, and again over shared discovery of who God actually was. Not knowing if I’d ever have the chance again, I savored every moment of that phone conversation. Ally was happy. She wanted more than anything to have a baby, but ultimately was in love with her husband and at peace with God, her illness, and whatever was to come of it all. We prayed together, said our “I love you”s and essentially our I-hope-this-isn’t-goodbyes, and left nothing unsaid. We had been there for each other for a great many things over our fifteen year friendship. It turned out to be the last time I ever heard her voice.
Ten years ago today, Ally died. Somehow, though I always knew it could happen, I must’ve been expecting a miracle. That someone I loved so much and had known for so long could just be gone completely blindsided me. Living in San Diego in a community of other believers helped, but it took the better part of the first year just to stop reaching for the phone to call her. Even at her memorial service, Ally’s mom & I lamented that the strangest part was that she’d want to go home and call her to tell her how much it meant that her friends had come from all over. I guess if you’ve not lost someone you love, this may sound strange. I knew exactly what she meant. I’ve long since stopped trying to reach out, but I’ll never forget that odd feeling.
I’m always cautious about my actions and my surroundings on this anniversary. I take the day off from work, school, everything. Sometimes people don’t understand this, and they want to give me that whole “look on the bright side!” rubbish. The truth is, I do. I do look on the bright side – three hundred and sixty-four days a year. In fact, on Ally’s birthday, every year without fail, I call all of my friends and make a special effort to tell them I love them. I never want to take the chance of losing anyone without them knowing how I feel. I also make a point to treat her birthday as a celebration of life. Because that’s true, I feel it’s appropriate, respectful, and completely warranted that I give myself the anniversary of her death to be sad. Truth be told, getting in touch with emotions like those isn’t easy for me. While I don’t think there’s anything wrong with tears, they don’t normally come easily to me, so this is the one day of the year I purposely seek them out. I give myself one whole day to miss my friend, and then I move on and enjoy Halloween, knowing it’s exactly what Ally would want.
Months after Ally’s passing, when my roommate and I had finally found a place to live, (and jobs!) we went to the movies. Admittedly, that pretty boy Shane West was in A Walk to Remember was reason enough for me. I knew nothing about the premise of the film, and wasn’t a big fan of romantic movies in general, but went anyway. Something someone said as we were headed for the theater tipped me off that it might involve a death, but I didn’t give it much of a second thought. When it turned out to be a story about a teenager with leukemia (who eventually dies), it was all I could do just to keep from sobbing out loud in the theater. As people were filing out when it was over, I just waited as the credits rolled, praying I’d be able to somehow pull myself together and just get home. I own the DVD now and if ever I watch it, it’s only on October 30th, because I know it will only ever remind me of my sweet friend and that very specific time in my life.
Over the years, I’ve come across my share of songs that make me remember Ally. Today I planned to share my very favorite of these songs (the one from which this post gets its title and lyrics) as a video on my Facebook page, but discovered to my dismay that all that existed were cheesy photo slideshows made by fans and live performances with less-than-stellar audio. Rather than giving up, I decided to make one of my own. I didn’t know how, but it didn’t take long to figure it out. I’ll end my post with my creation, and hope that someone will enjoy it as I do. And now on with another year: Happy Halloween!
i remember you like yesterday, yesterday
i still can’t believe you’re gone
i remember you like yesterday, yesterday
and until i’m with you, i’ll carry on…
pictures fade away, but memory's forever…
by Stace on January 13th, 2010
filed under ch-ch-ch-changes
an empty chair at all the tables…and i’ll be seeing you when all my days boil down…but it’s better where you’re going anyway… -New Found Glory, “Sorry”
I just talked to Layla a few hours ago, finally. I had been blowing up her phone, because I didn’t want her to get the news from anyone (or anywhere – Facebook) other than me. Like I said to her, I’ll say here: I’m just coming right out with it, because there’s no pretty way to say it. A man I’ve known since kindergarten was murdered this week. I wish I could say “I can’t believe it!” but that’s not really true. Unfortunately, I can believe it. It’s a terrible thing to say, so let me be clear: I’m not saying I expected it. I just knew he was living a tough life.
I was in kindergarten with Reggie’s younger brother, Eden, with whom I’ve stayed in contact (but only just). I see him every few years, since we both work in the same Valley and it’s natural that our paths should cross from time to time. Truth be told, I’m much more devastated about what I’m certain he’s going through than any sense of my own loss. I know where he works, but I don’t have his phone number or a way to contact him. I’m trying to track down his number through mutual friends, if only just to call and offer quick condolences.
Reggie was a troubled man. When Layla and I were younger, we used to hang out with him a lot. There was a karaoke bar in town that catered to patrons 18 & up. It’s long gone now, but when we were 19, we used to go twice a week. Reg almost always met us there, and we all had our regular songs…it seems like a lifetime ago, and such a dumb thing to remember about this poor man who’s no longer with us. But that’s what I keep remembering. He had a bit of a thing for Layla (which was briefly mutual), but he also had some drug problems dating quite a way back, so thankfully it didn’t ever amount to much.
The news I got today is that he was living in a hotel, and his body was found on Monday. I don’t want to go into specifics out of respect (I will admit that the names have been changed, of course). All I know is I’m too numb to even feel sad. It’s just awful, and I hope that their mother and Eden are doing okay – they’re certainly in my thoughts and prayers right now. These moments never get any easier, no matter how many loved ones we lose. Don’t forget to let those you love know what they mean to you. I’m going to try to keep the memory alive of a smiling, laughing, silly Reggie. That’s how he would have wanted it.
That’s all I have in me tonight. 
You will be missed, Reg.
i’m sorry, i heard about the bad news today…it’s really hard to get through tough times and long days…
