Yesterday was a day filled with nothing but sadness and regret for me. For many of us. But it showed me something very important. Something happened in that choir room many years ago. A family was born. An incredibly large, completely insane, and dysfunctional family. And as a family we have grown, welcoming in the new, and we have lost, mourning together as one. Clinging close to each other no matter how far apart we are, no matter how many words have been spoken between the years.
I will not let another tragedy come and go with out telling you all just how much I love you. Thank you so much for being my "family", for giving me a safe harbor during the tumultuous teen and early 20 years. I rejoice with each and every one of you, with whom I am in contact, I cheer in your happiness, I cry in your sadness, I root for you, I pray for you. You and I may not speak often, or really even at all, we may just dance around each other's lives, but I still care very deeply for you! You are my family. Jason was my family. I was so proud of him. And I never told him.
Life is just too short to not take this moment and say that you are still on my mind and in my heart, wherever you go, whoever you are now, I will always cherish you and the memories we made in that choir room, tour bus, hotel room, drama room.
There's only us, there's only this, forget regret, or life is yours to miss, no other road, no other way, no day but today.