February 24, 1995 – Friday – 11:45 p.m.

I was right.

Those names are carved in Stone.

This past Monday, as I walked to classes I looked up at Beech Mountain, as I do everyday.  However, I did not see that my perception of that mountain was more beautiful on Monday.

Yet I didn’t know.

I didn’t realize how beautiful that mountain was on Monday until now.

This afternoon I called Jason, my old youth pastor and skit group director.

He is doing great.  It looks like he will be doing a Shakespeare program in Wisconsin this summer.  We talked about things and I told him I was going to become a skit group leader.  He told me that Matthew was really getting into theater at his school.

Then he told me that his family had finally gotten a phone.  He gave me their number and right after I got off the phone with him, I called to see if Christi was home.

Hank answered the phone.  He was the only one home.  He told me how things were going and he said that he would have Christi call me when she got in.

I ran lights for A Piece of My Heart, and then, about an hour after I got back, the phone rang.


“Jacob?  Hey this is Christi.”

And it was.  It was her voice, her soul, her spirit.  My Christi.

She had received my letter.  She said she was going to write me back.  We simply talked.  She told me of the church she was attending, and I told her about Heaton.

I told her about Jeni and she told me about a guy she liked.  I told her about college and she told me about High School.

Then she said that her youth group went Skiing.

“Where?” I asked.

“On Beech Mountain!”

“Christi!  Do you realize where you were?”

“Yes, and that’s what kills me!”

She was so close to me.  It was Monday when she was on that mountain.

She was here, but she is gone.

After we had said goodbye I laid back in my bed and I couldn’t move.  I just looked up at the ceiling.

This has been a wonderful day.  Thank you Lord.

As I laid there, I dreamed of smiles and looks and smells.

But those warm summer evenings and beautiful sunsets have already come true with Christi.

And I am happy.

I am happy for the past.

There is nothing to wish for.  Because I can’t think of our relationship becoming any more perfect than it already is.

We are friends forever.

And forever will do.

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