Kick Drum Heart


Red

It’s something to think about, isn’t it, that almost a year later I’m still grateful to Daniel’s memory. Without it, I would never have grasped mortality, would never have developed such a drive, a need to live like I have.

I’m not saying I’ve lived outrageously (re: the Avetts’ “Talk on Indolence”) but I know the difference now. I can play it safe and try to have fun, and, when the occasion calls for it, go nuts. Toss caution to the wind and just appreciate the moment.

It’s when I’m thinking, or going back through old blogs of mine, or looking at the red bandana that goes with me everywhere, that I remember, and am thankful. Thankful that I am here, and living, and learning from what one boy’s premature death has taught me. Thankful that I have time, and have life.

It’s just something to think about.