Year Three.

Feels good to be back! I apologize for the long drought, but I was pretty busy this past semester. For the first time since middle school I received straight A's. Even though my classes were not all that challenging, it feels good to know  that I can accomplish excellent marks in the collegiate level. My grades are also evidence that work has an effect on my performance. My hours were cut to the maximum and I was put on-call and with so much free time I utilized it to put some extra work in and i'm glad it paid off. Which brings me to the next topic I want to shed light on.

Today marks the three year anniversary of Dion's passing. I can tell you that I have grown by leaps and bounds since. I'm a better person but i'm far from perfect but it doesn't hurt to strive for it.   I learned three years ago that we should make most of our time here on earth and not waste it on negative energy or laziness. My Jazz history professor's last lecture this past semester reinforced this idea. I'm not rich, far from it. I don't have the money to buy gifts for all the people I care about, while this saddens me a little bit, I know that instead of material objects I'm more than capable in offering something else that's far more valuable and that's time. I can offer my time. Dion left too soon but he made most of his time and for many of his friends the memories he shared with us are golden. Whether it was a conversation over drinks or a pick up game or even just chilling watching TV, his time here is something I will always cherish. So while I'm still here standing on this soapbox, I urge you to give your time to your loved ones. Don't hold back and make sure you tell them how you feel because it can all be taken away  in a blink of an eye. With all the people I've encountered over the years I try my best to be honest and if I had a falling out with someone I leave the door open for a reconciliation. Life is too short to feel negativity or anxiety over something. I  still miss him to death. And I know his fam will never completely get over it, but I'm going to try my best for him and for them to not waste my time. Because if I did I'm only wasting precious minutes that he didn't have the pleasure of having, it's like throwing away food like nothing when there's kids starving in Africa.

Merry Christmas to you and yours. Love & Miss you Di.

03/25/87-12/25/1987