June 16, 1995 – Friday – 11:02 p.m.

Four days have faded away since my last journal entry.  If major things have happened; I have forgotten them.  I believe Tuesday Tenielle and Emily called me.  Emily was leaving for Michigan that night.  Protect her Lord.  That afternoon I went to visit Tenielle at her house down in Cameron.  We are friends again.  Her mom is seeing a guy who drinks a lot.  Tenielle hates him.  Things aren’t great and this sweet girl is only 13.

I told her I was sorry for not being there for her.  She was the only one there when I went to visit.  We had a good time.

I’ve been working all week.  Mike is quitting McDonald’s.  Tomorrow is his last day.  Sometimes my job gets rough, but I enjoy it.  I feel needed there.  Over the past two years in which I’ve worked there I’ve come across a lot of interesting people.  Remember Tina?  That was so long ago.

Church was fun Wednesday night.  Tenielle sat next to me.  We enjoyed praising the Lord together.

I rented The War tonight.  It made me cry.  I enjoyed it greatly.  Penny, the girl who played the prostitute in Joey’s Tommy & Jenny scene at Lees-McRae has a little brother named Adam who had a small part in the movie.  So, I’ve been kissed on the cheek by a girl whose little brother met Clint Eastwood!  What a small world.

Time is passing.

Less than two months.

Jonathan’s life is still fading towards his dark future of the unknown.

My life is fading into the future of the known and wonderful.

Life is simple and life is good.

At least for now.

June 2, 1995 – Friday – 10:20 p.m.

The Bridges of Madison County opened in theaters today.  After my hard day at work, I decided to go see it this evening.  Mom wanted to go with me, so I let her.  She was excited; she finally got the chance to do something.

It was a wonderful picture.  My mom cried.

As the credits rolled, we went out the exit near the screen, but then we took a wrong door and ended up on the other side of the mall.  We had to walk around

And there, in an isolated and empty parking lot, I walked with my mom, a woman a little over 40, and I asked, “Mom, has Kevin or Nate or I ever stopped you from being who you wanted to be?”

She said, “No, but your father did.”

She began to cry.

Painful memories I suppose.  But it was then that I realized that at one point in my mother’s life, she actually loved my father.  That was so long ago.

I watched her as she pulled her keys out of her purse to unlock the car door and begin her journey towards our home and her world of detail and procedures.

June 2, 1994…if only I knew…

June 2, 1993…I difficult night, but now I don’t know why…

June 2, 1995…my first grade teacher recognized me today at McDonald’s.  It had been 12 years since she last saw me.  How could she have even recognized me?  But to her, she said I hadn’t changed much.

I always hear older people reflecting upon their youth and telling wonderful little stories.

I learned today that all of my youthful little stories have already been conjured up and written down.  The story of how I grew up cannot be re-written.

And now I will lay my down to sleep.  Only to wake up to another day of fast food procedure.

Perhaps there are bridges in Crestview.