Time is a funny thing. It seems to drag on forever but can pass you by as soon as you blink. Time can't speed up fast enough when you're in the middle of hurt and all you want to do is heal and get better but before you know it, it's been more than enough time and you've almost forgotten what made you feel a certain way to begin with.
I'd nearly forgotten about what today is, to me. Actually, in all honesty, I really did forget what today was until I saw a photo link on facebook. I really did pause and think, "Oh yeah...but, why is this being posted now?" Silly, silly me.
In my pitiful defense, I was very excited about teaching a massive group West Coast Swing lesson at the Friday Night Dance, and my second piece I've choreographed was to be performed as well (my first number I've choreographed hasn't been performed. Yet). So, I was very much looking forward to today, for dance-y reasons.
But last night, that all took a backseat to my shock. I'd forgotten. It has truly escaped my memory and I'd forgotten. Not Ashleigh, of course, but the date. It's...I don't know whether I should be ashamed of myself or not.
And then, goodness, I feel like this is more than a coincidence. The play Dog Sees God: Confessions of a Teenage Blockhead by Bert V. Royal is going in student-run production this semester, and I'd just found out this past week. I love this play, because I first discovered it my sophomore year, spring semester, during my acting class.
A line towards the end of the play goes, "Also, bear no malice for the ones that leave you. The only regret they feel now is the regret of not being able to tell you how they really feel." And when I read those lines for the first time, I got the strangest chills. I think it was around this time, too, that I must have discovered that play, and those lines, and now it seems like it's coming full circle with this play being produced. It's just too uncanny to be a coincidence.
If I'm going to be honest with myself, I'm sure one day, I will completely forget this date, and I will most likely be upset with myself that I'd done so.
But I believe I will never forget Ashleigh and the impact she's had.
Ashleigh Danielle Webster
Always Remembered, Always Loved.
4/22/88 - 2/3/06
I'd nearly forgotten about what today is, to me. Actually, in all honesty, I really did forget what today was until I saw a photo link on facebook. I really did pause and think, "Oh yeah...but, why is this being posted now?" Silly, silly me.
In my pitiful defense, I was very excited about teaching a massive group West Coast Swing lesson at the Friday Night Dance, and my second piece I've choreographed was to be performed as well (my first number I've choreographed hasn't been performed. Yet). So, I was very much looking forward to today, for dance-y reasons.
But last night, that all took a backseat to my shock. I'd forgotten. It has truly escaped my memory and I'd forgotten. Not Ashleigh, of course, but the date. It's...I don't know whether I should be ashamed of myself or not.
And then, goodness, I feel like this is more than a coincidence. The play Dog Sees God: Confessions of a Teenage Blockhead by Bert V. Royal is going in student-run production this semester, and I'd just found out this past week. I love this play, because I first discovered it my sophomore year, spring semester, during my acting class.
A line towards the end of the play goes, "Also, bear no malice for the ones that leave you. The only regret they feel now is the regret of not being able to tell you how they really feel." And when I read those lines for the first time, I got the strangest chills. I think it was around this time, too, that I must have discovered that play, and those lines, and now it seems like it's coming full circle with this play being produced. It's just too uncanny to be a coincidence.
If I'm going to be honest with myself, I'm sure one day, I will completely forget this date, and I will most likely be upset with myself that I'd done so.
But I believe I will never forget Ashleigh and the impact she's had.
Ashleigh Danielle Webster
Always Remembered, Always Loved.
4/22/88 - 2/3/06
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