Rock, paper, scissors

I'm not sure if I subconsciously posted my engagement photo on Sept 27th because I knew that was the day before Jonathan proposed to me, or if it's one of those whacky coincidences. Probably a product of whack.

Here's a photo of me hours before Jonathan popped the question. Do I look like I suspect? He looks a bit suspicious.



I doubt I'll ever commit Sept 28th, 2002 to memory, but Sept 29th is forever etched into my memory. Sept 29th, 2002, my friend Greg Whitlock lost his battle with liver cancer. Greg had cancer, and I had a not yet diagnosed form of liver disease. He referred me to doctors, emphathized with my frustrations, and motivated me before each of my biopsies. Greg was my rock.

I remember returning to Athens in the evening, from a relaxing and life-changing time in Beaufort, SC. Before I left town, Greg was doing well. He had left the hospital, and things were looking up. According to an email from his best friend Glenn, Greg was at home, not doing well. I then made the decision I've always regretted - I decided to visit Greg early in the morning the next day. He passed away hours after I made that decision. I was devestated.

If the heaven that Hollywood portrays really does exists, Greg has its residents signing up for Ultimate Frisbee, Softball, and LINUX hacking, cheering on each party.

Thanks to Sherry Neal for the inspiration. If you haven't visited her blog, at least read this beautiful piece: www.sherryneal.com/weblog/archives/000142.php