Everyone has those songs that remind you of a specific moment in time. Whenever you hear it, it immediately takes you back to where you were at that moment. You know exactly what you were doing, who you were with, and sometimes even what you were wearing. I have a lot of those songs. Some songs I have to quickly change or avoid at all costs, simply because the memory attached to them. Some I love when I hear, because it brings back so many funny, happy memories. I could write a book with each chapter being a song title and its contents being the memories that I have associated with that song. Remind me to do that when I am older.
I will never forget two years ago today. I had spent all day driving around with Garic and listening to music, cleaning out his car, getting ready for the big visit, and trying to find a slushee in Bowling Green for 2 hours. We settled for slushes at Sonic. Later that night, we sat outside of the fraternity house talking about anything and everything. For some reason, there is really no telling with him, Katy Perry's "E.T" came up. I have never really loved or hated the song, but he loved it. He began telling me all the things the song meant. I was crying I was laughing so hard. His interpretation is hilarious, and that is a different story for a different day. I had no idea that night when Patrick and I left that it would be the last time I ever heard his laugh, or saw his smile. The next morning, what we thought we had been waiting for his entire visit, he was gone.
Last week was one of those weeks. You know, the ones where you literally think you are going crazy. The ones that just make it seem like nothing can go right. There are so many times I pick of my phone to call him, or text him. He has a therapeutic way of making you feel less crazy. For those that know him, can agree. He would have laughed at me for getting so worked up in the first place, told me to get over it, and go on about my day. And as much as I would love for him to be standing up there with Patrick and I on October 12, I know he will be there in spirit.
I have had two years tomorrow to come to terms with the fact he is gone. Even now, that hurts to say. Some days are just really sad. Some days are really hard. And some days, like when I hear E.T., I can't help but smile and laugh because I know what Garic would say. He would look at me and say: Don't talk about it, be about it.
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