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lo Robs, Heather, Neddie, Lex, Kynara, Moots, Dave, Andy, Zach, Matthew Oscar,
Tracey Anne Worme
John Andrew Wright
Sina, Dag, Lisa, Ross, Ads, and Scott- Your friendships have meant more lo me than I
could ever express on half a yearbook page. The memories I take with me are filled
with our jokes, laughter, tears, secrets, fights and love triangles — may the following
years be filled with as much happiness, peace and love as they could possibly hold.
Live tor today, dream of the future but always remember the past....Men's Association
of R.l.t we DID win).,.Rented Movies...Bugaboo Creek...The White Beret...Chick
Nights...New York City and NuNu's...Hockey games (TRACH)...Window Stickers...the
Brady Girls... Taboo...Varsity Dance...Pickup Lines...Coffee Exchange
Chats...PEZ...Card games...Trampoline...Mini Golf...Andy's Mural...Apple
Turnovers...Field Hockey...This isn't the end. it's just another memory.
Mom and Dad- No matter what I may say or do, my love and respect for you is greater
than I can describe. Your understanding and encouragement have helped me lo believe
in myself, and without you I'm not sure where I'd be. No matter where I may go, or
what I may do, you will always be close to my heart.
Honey- Your guidance, love and spirit have meant more to me than I can say. Our
memories will remain in my mind and our love in my heart. My guardian angel and
best friend, I'd don't know what I'd do without you.
“Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.”— B.
Ullman
“There is no such thing as a weird human being. It's just that some people require
more understanding.”— Tom Robbins
“The trick is what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make
ourselves strong. The amount of work is the same...”— Carlos Castaneda
“Ideals are like stars: you will not succeed in touching them, but like seafaring men in
the desert of waters, you chose them as your guides, and following them you will reach
your destiny.”— Carl Schurz
I
do
let
the
drop
fall-
although
it can't be
a tear...
I don't remember
there's no reason to-
it's not a tear.
It's a very strange feeling
to be so compressed...
Two years meld into a single moment,
one complex memory, one complex emotion-
one because it is all passing...
It's over- why cry or laugh about it now?
Isn't it enough that we laughed and cried then?
Why list the memories, the names, the sayings-
if they are not part of me yet, they will never be,
joining all the other never-will-be's to dismiss
and never-did's to lament...
My friends, I would like to say I will love you always,
but it may not be so-
My last friends are already
ghostly resurrected in occasional sighting, phone call-
an occasional wound of where did they go...
And so as one plodding boy
is swept into that comet of emotions
which circles my way when my passage rivals his,
and I think I might see things he has never seen,
I might fly faster and higher-
might explode in burning lost potential flames-
and I am scared but excited to grab his tail,
to light my own streets-
I should not dim by looking back,
back where we laughed and cried...
a single moment already, already.
If I do not miss you always,
I miss you now.