Zach

I do not know where these thoughts are coming from or why they are hitting me so hard lately... I cannot think of a single trigger. But no matter the origin, I am feeling this drive to write about it.

I cannot stop thinking about Zach. Zach was a friend of mine, not best friends by any means, but a friend nonetheless. He died around Christmas time last year (as in mid-late Dec. 2007) and for some reason I've just been missing him like crazy lately.

This man gave the best hugs. I have some pretty good huggers in my life but Zach easily made the top three, he might have even been number one. Its hard to say. Anyway, on a particularly rough day, Zach was there for me and we just hugged it out.



It had been a while since I saw him, but about a week before he died I saw him on campus. He saw me too, but we were far enough away that neither of us were sure, and we were both en route to different destinations. We caught up on facebook after our brush with one another and decided to meet for lunch sometime after Christmas break. It was not to be so.

Crazy and I went to his funeral. It was fitting, it felt right... it was done like it should have been. But I still miss him . Lots.