First off, I’ve turned comments back on, though I haven’t implemented a system for preventing spam comments yet because I haven’t had a good idea on solving it yet.
I’ve debated back and forth on whether I should post something here about Derek. Its probably still too fresh for me to do so, and I don’t know how to properly sum Derek’s influence on the past 10 years of my life in a post on a website. I would like to note that at the funeral this weekend, someone said that Derek was one of those people that, “lived each day as if it was his last.” Something about that made me angry, but I didn’t immediately realize why. It settled with me last night, however. I think that statement is a complete misunderstanding of Derek – he lived each day like it was his first in my eyes.
I used to talk
With honest conviction
Of how I predicted my world
I’m gonna leave it to stargazers
Tell me what your telescope sees
Oh, what is in store for me now?
It’s coming apart
I know that its true
Cause I’m feeling my way through the dark
-Through The Dark, KT Tunstall
