How did I end up here?
I'm feeling a little introspective tonight. I was pondering the very small amount of time I have existed on this little rock we call home and thinking about all of the things that have come and gone in my life. Friends, relatives, new friends, new relatives; my life is in no short supply of awesome people. It's interesting to consider that I have only been here for 26 years. I never imagined as a little boy seeing my father grow old, my grandmother pass on, nor would I ever fathom that some of my favorite people would pass on to another phase of life or lose touch. I love the simplicity of being young and without care. I long to return to it.
I miss the hot summer days playing with June bugs and the sweet smell of the flowers that my grandmother grew. I miss vacation bible school and the obligatory craft time. I miss fishing for Bream at the dock I used to swim at during the spring. I miss late night fudge rounds as a reward for singing "Froggy Went a Court'n" while my granddad played the guitar. I miss decorating the christmas tree. I miss opening presents. I miss snow cream, snowballs, and icicles. I miss warm winter nights cozy in my bed wherever it may be--completely comfortable and in full trust that nothing scary or out of the ordinary would happen that night. I miss running around the coffee table at 5AM in the morning yelling nonsense. I miss playing basketball in the summer evening. I miss the smell of the country--my home.
There's so much that has happened in my life that I cherish. Memories are the one thing I pray that God grants me the favor to maintain no matter how old I get. It would be a great tragedy to lose any of the memories that I have been blessed with in my life. I do not want to ever forget where I come from or who I really am in the deep places.
Apologies for a heavy, personal post--but that is indeed how I feel at this moment. I am not afraid to share because I know that some of my readers share in those memories and will without doubt appreciate the nostalgia. Do not mistake me, dear reader, for despite the awesome memories of yesterday I plan on moving forward and making as many new memories as God allots me time for my tiny section of the universe. Life and love thrives in His presence, and that is exactly where I like to make memories =).
Goodbye, Les Paul
Les Paul has died today due to complications of pneumonia at the ripe old age of 94. Thank you, sir, for inventing the solid body electric guitar that produces so much joy in my life. Hopefully he knew Jesus so I can shake the man's hand when I see him in the afterlife =).
Interlude: She’s dead Jim…
Before I finish up my echo quest series of posts with the T-Rex Replica review, I wanted to share a little interlude. It is with great regret that I am forced to commit my old friend and acoustic love of 12 years, my Washburn acoustic guitar to retirement. The fretboard has separated from the neck to the point that it is completely unplayable. Here are a couple of pictures as a memorial:
Here it is sitting next to my roommates's Matchless DC-30 that I'm keeping for him while he is away.
Farewell dear friend. I shall miss you greatly.
