Saturday, November 11, 2006
Remembrance Day
Today is a day to remember. I have sat in my short silence and sent an energy of peace out into our world on behalf of everyone who has given their lives to protect the boundaries that keep us seperate. May one day, we have no borders or wars to fight to keep them in tact. One day, may we all re-member that There Is Only One Of Us.
At that tail end of my silence, my own memories bubble to the surface, as random and varied as they could possibly be. I remember saying no to Jamie Collins when he asked me to dance in Grade 7, the look and smell of the dressing room at my childhood dance studio, Carrie Chan and I watching Revenge of The Nerds for my 10th birthday party, failing horribly when I attempted to bake my mother some cookies to take to her when she was in the hospital, taking my new sled out all by myself when I was about 4 and we still lived with Dad because I couldn't find anyone to go sledding with, sitting with Kirklind at my kitchen table and making craft gifts for everyone at Christmas, that the last night I ever spent as Patrick's girlfriend we went shopping for a wall clock for somebody's wedding, laying in the bathtub in my college apartment when my roommate knocked on the door and told me Jamie Burnette had called and sounded like something was wrong, waiting for Derick on the steps of the Downtown with my head in my hands and a dreadful feeling that my relationship was over, learning in the my first ever Greg Peterson acting class that the opposite of love was not hate but fear, my first kiss with Aidan standing in the middle of a Stratford street under a streetlamp, the look of my amputated, lonely living room when I came back and Jordan had moved out all his stuff, playing frisbee with Kyle and Kevin in the park off The Drive, an angry fight with Ryan when he threw a garbage bag at me and told me to wear that because it was what I was worth, tyring on every single costume collected from my entire life with Mom and laughing so hard we almost died, playing keep-the-balloon-in-the-air with my brother for hours, Atari Pong with those paddle controllers, when Melanie Phillipson played me this beautiful song she had written for me, Randall's belief in me at MT Camp 1988, teaching Dean how to tap dance on top of a tube slide in a Regina park at midnight, Mom in the parking lot at Peacock with the brand new Firefly convertible that she had just purchased for me, Cory leaning over the passenger side window and talking to me in front of his friends at the mall parking lot on a Friday night, late nights in the dark LaCasa office talking to Brent David on the phone and feeling so empowered, teaching Jen how to tap at #206, falling up the stairs in front of Roger Gregor and his buddies, dressing up my cousin David to do airbands to Tiffany and Belinda Carlisle, each and every ferry ride in the sunset from the summer of 2006 that held my broken heart and gave it hope.
I take a moment to remember...
And good or bad, happy or hurtful,
I am pleased to see that I have Lived.
At that tail end of my silence, my own memories bubble to the surface, as random and varied as they could possibly be. I remember saying no to Jamie Collins when he asked me to dance in Grade 7, the look and smell of the dressing room at my childhood dance studio, Carrie Chan and I watching Revenge of The Nerds for my 10th birthday party, failing horribly when I attempted to bake my mother some cookies to take to her when she was in the hospital, taking my new sled out all by myself when I was about 4 and we still lived with Dad because I couldn't find anyone to go sledding with, sitting with Kirklind at my kitchen table and making craft gifts for everyone at Christmas, that the last night I ever spent as Patrick's girlfriend we went shopping for a wall clock for somebody's wedding, laying in the bathtub in my college apartment when my roommate knocked on the door and told me Jamie Burnette had called and sounded like something was wrong, waiting for Derick on the steps of the Downtown with my head in my hands and a dreadful feeling that my relationship was over, learning in the my first ever Greg Peterson acting class that the opposite of love was not hate but fear, my first kiss with Aidan standing in the middle of a Stratford street under a streetlamp, the look of my amputated, lonely living room when I came back and Jordan had moved out all his stuff, playing frisbee with Kyle and Kevin in the park off The Drive, an angry fight with Ryan when he threw a garbage bag at me and told me to wear that because it was what I was worth, tyring on every single costume collected from my entire life with Mom and laughing so hard we almost died, playing keep-the-balloon-in-the-air with my brother for hours, Atari Pong with those paddle controllers, when Melanie Phillipson played me this beautiful song she had written for me, Randall's belief in me at MT Camp 1988, teaching Dean how to tap dance on top of a tube slide in a Regina park at midnight, Mom in the parking lot at Peacock with the brand new Firefly convertible that she had just purchased for me, Cory leaning over the passenger side window and talking to me in front of his friends at the mall parking lot on a Friday night, late nights in the dark LaCasa office talking to Brent David on the phone and feeling so empowered, teaching Jen how to tap at #206, falling up the stairs in front of Roger Gregor and his buddies, dressing up my cousin David to do airbands to Tiffany and Belinda Carlisle, each and every ferry ride in the sunset from the summer of 2006 that held my broken heart and gave it hope.
I take a moment to remember...
And good or bad, happy or hurtful,
I am pleased to see that I have Lived.
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