It is the 26th of December in the year 1994.
Did you hear me?
December 26, 1994.
I have been alive on this earth for 18 years, four months, nine days, two hours, and 40 minutes.
That’s a long time.
But then again…what is time?
I feel empty.
Arms. My arms. They hurt. They ache.
And I know why. They are not holding the one I love.
Just writing her name gives me the chills.
She called last night around 11 o’clock. We talked four hours.
She is in Cincinnati, Ohio.
I am in Lanexa, Virginia.
For the summer of 1995 it looks like I will be where she is now. She wants me to go home with her and find a job in Cincinnati. Then maybe just visit my family in North Carolina around the 4th of July.
Do you remember when Jenna and I bought Grey Poupon on the 4th of July?
So many smiles, so many moments of laughter, not just from Jenna, but from every person I’ve encountered; every person I’ve spent at least a few fleeting moments with these past 18 years. Yet I’m sure there are some I have forgotten.
Is my past truly behind me?
Will I allow myself to spend a summer in Cincinnati? Will my heart? Will my arms? Will my eyes?
What is there in Sanford?
What is there to hold in Sanford?
What is there to look upon in Sanford?
Today, Dad and I went to see two movies: Star Trek: Generations and Forrest Gump. Star Trek was cool, but will there ever be another movie as amazing as Forrest Gump?
As I left the theater I looked at the different human beings around me. Some had tears in their eyes. Some were holding the hand of a loved one. That certain individual had found that other person they were created to love.
What an adventure!
What a discovery!
What a miracle!
The miracle of another human being. How Jeni and I ever came to know each other is beyond me.
There is much beyond me.
But my savior, very close to me, has taught me to love and value another one of his beautiful creations.
Time does not exist. Days may pass. Years may pass. But my past will grow. My collections will grow. My love for Jeni will grow.
The end will draw close, but it will not be over.
And in the meantime, I will enjoy my time here on earth.
I will enjoy my time with Jeni.
I will enjoy Lees-McRae College.
I will enjoy the summer of 1995.
I will enjoy the future.
For surely the best days of my life are not the ones you’ve already read about, but the ones I have yet to write.