I stole this from Taylor today...

Jessy here. So I couldnt help but steal this picture of Doug from Taylor today... He looks so beautiful in this shot. Literally like an Angel. I'm thinking this picture was either taken on the boat or at Art & Jo's house. Either way its my favorite to date. I remember seeing it in the DVD playing at the calling hours... I must have watched that 25 times, but everytime I saw this photo I smiled.



I wrote a little letter to Doug in my journal (actually I've written quite a few) and thought it would be nice to share...

---- Remember the first date your dad and Jo went on? And how with just the look on his face we knew they'd be getting married... We looked at each other and called it. Actually I think we called it the first time we saw them talking after one of your hockey games.... but either way we got it right. I went to thai food today and every time I walk in there I remember the way you looked at me the day I ate it all before you got home to have some. You were furious... That jacket you begged me for? It now hangs in my closet and the energy it releases into my apartment is something fierce. Some days I just can't go near the closet. Wasn't living a block and half apart amazing? And wasnt walking to school those ice cold winter months terrible? Even if we did laugh at each others bundled up butts the whole way there.... What about the time we were driving through the alley and saw the bunnies hopping so high in the air we sat there for almost 15 minutes just watching them? Do you remember how mad I was when you gave the balloons I gave to you for your birthday to the little girl at the restaurant...? It seems so silly to have been angry now, but I spent a lot of money on those balloons boy. But it didnt matter to you, all you wanted was to make that little girl smile. And you did. Just like that. You would have given her your arm if thats what it took. I didnt see it then, but now I know that it was in your soul to be kind. You were kind to me, everyday. Even on the ones when I wasnt kind to you.

Some days I forget, that you're gone... Some days I just go on and act as if life were the same as it was December 9th... Some days I think of you and smile... Most days you are with me, comforting me, and telling me that you are okay... You pop up in all the strangest places and all the memories I haven't thought of in years are suddenly alive in my head. It's increible how strong your memory is and I pray that it always stays that way. Til we meet again. ----